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It is a misnomer that the prairie is as flat as a pancake, for there are some really lovely hills undulating like slow green waves. Mysterious places where I imagine many a traveler has stopped to listen to the wind and marvel vast expanse of what lies ahead. Created with stone, embedded grain, rust, paint and the ash of Eastern Red cedar and Indian grass.