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| The sound of the windmill in the breeze is wonderful. If you stand there long enough, close your eyes...you can imagine life in that little house. I can hear and smell the cattle in the field...smell the wild plum blossoms...see white cotton sheets hanging on the clothes line. |
Monday, August 30, 2010
Day 24 ... Texas Family Farm
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