Why do I dream of Montana? Thoughts of days spent there move swiftly like the many flowing rivers. I wouldn't even try to count the days, count the ways I would drive along through counties named like Cascade, Park, Granite or Big Horn. 

I would pack up the little silver bullet, filled with food and goods, and take off on a trip of my own. Maybe I'd be gone for awhile? 

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