Maintaining a creative mind and spirit is a daily task for an artist. One way west Tennessee assists is its long view of row crops. Throughout the year my lover regularly drives me into the country to see this amazing abundance and none is more helpful than a field of white cotton. For weeks I watch the fields anticipating the coming miracle, miles, and miles of white fluffy lines of cotton—growing on a plant!!!—heaven had to erupt in a standing ovation when He described it to the angles, probably at the fitting ceremony where each one got their cotton cape. Yesterday was the day. My lover and I went to see the show and He did not disappoint, West Tennessee has put on her best cotton gown and elegantly sashays down the row runways.
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