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Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Farm

Only he can understand what a farm is, what a country is, who shall have sacrificed part of himself to his farm or country, fought to save it, struggled to make it beautiful. Only then will the love of farm or country fill his heart.
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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I used to love going to my grandparents' farm. I would hide and wait for people to look for me. Usually my brother and cousin. Or, if no one looked for me, that was okay, too. I'd just pretend the crazy villagers were after me.

Plus, I think it's always a good idea to have a few good hiding places lined up just in case you need them. Crazy relatives, villagers, zombies, aliens. You never know what might come to get you when you're on a farm.

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