Balloons are tied to the branches of the oak out back. Wind chimes send a reminder that the air is flowing over the plains. Dirt is a deep brown, almost a black. The diner in town opens at 4am to feed the truckers and farmers. Justin is watching the balloons sway in the breeze as the early light begins to fill the sky. The party has ended all that remain is the balloons. Tara waits in the car letting the engine idle as Justin takes a last swig from his bottle. Tara yells from the car " hey anytime, pancakes are on!" Justin gives a little smile at the waving balloons and says under his breath, " so that's what a year feels like. "
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