In 2015 my best friend from high school was invited to a wedding in the corn fields of Iowa. Need I say more?
We stayed in an Airbnb with a man named Doug who loved stocks and promised air popped pop corn. Here's a poem I wrote about how we almost missed our bus.
Facebook says the nuptials are divorced, but these memories are 4ever.
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