You love it here. That is the problem. South Dakota is the relationship that keeps breaking your heart and keeps getting you back, like wind chill that hits negative thirty in the morning and sixty and sunny by Thursday. April blizzard? Sure. Road trip across the state where the only thing keeping you awake is eight hundred consecutive billboards? Absolutely. You will complain the entire time and then defend this place to anybody from out of state like they insulted your mother.
This one is for everybody who left and still gets emotional about fried meat on a stick, pheasant season, and those giant stone faces staring down a highway full of motorcycles every August. Broken heart, full chest, cannot explain it.
Soft, broken-in feel from the first wear, with a relaxed drape that does not cling in weird places. The print stays sharp through wash after wash, so you can keep your feelings loud and your laundry routine lazy.
