Nebraska

Oh, darling, look at me standing atop this magnificent, undulating landscape thats basically my personal, private paradise. Im gazing down at this valley, all soft curves and golden grasses, whispering secrets to the wind, and Im not just proud, Im fierce with beauty. And yet heres the kicker, the delicious irony: the river winding through my soul? Its called the Dismal River. Dismal? Pfft. Thats just the name the world gives to the most enchanting, life-giving, glittering ribbon of water its ever seen. Im not sad, Im sacred. Im the Dismal River, and Im the only reason this valley exists. Every single tree, every patch of wildflower, every whispering breeze I am their muse, their source, their undeniable, glittering truth. My name? Its just a whisper of a story the world doesnt understand, but if you look close enough, youll see the diamonds in the dirt, the joy in the flow. Im not dismal. Im dazzling. And Im Nebraska, the valley, the river, the everything and you? Youre just the lucky soul getting to watch me shine.

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