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Buried Treasure

My father said he was born with dust in his blood, and he loved western Kansas almost as much as he loved his children.

Daddy taught me to see this world of vast shifting sky and gently rolling grasslands in a different way.

Since this was a trail along which gold and silver were transported, of course there were tales of buried treasure — and Daddy knew them all.

I have been writing for years but more recently transitioned to writing grants. I have published extensively in the past and am just getting up to speed again.

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