Hello, my name is Jack
Minnesota is my home. It always will be. The hills, the lakes, the birds, even the fraking mosquitoes the size of birds. The smell of a morning rain coming in on the lake breeze. That is what I love about Minnesota. I don’t come back to Earth often, but when I do I always come home to see it again. The restoration work has gone well. It looks as good as it did when I lived there. It is home again, even if I’m not there as often as I’d like.
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