Oh, the last time how clearly you see everything; as though a magnifying light had been turned on it. And you grieve because you hadn’t held it tighter when you had it every day…To look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.
~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
There are places on the Great Plains that are so beautiful they’ll stop you dead in your tracks. This abandoned church in Dannevirk, NE is such a place. Regarded by many as just another casualty of the great Dust Bowl, I find it hard to understand how anyone who stumbles upon what’s left of this town, isn’t moved to the very core of their being.
Sadly, because of its remoteness, it’s probably a place I’ll never see again. My only hope is that I can take Betty Smith’s words to heart.
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