The more I think about it, the more I simply want to live on a few acres, in my wooden shed and have a garden. Driving out around the cotton fields, there are so many houses that are boarded up, not being used. It makes me sad to see these old wooden farm houses desolate, like an exoskeleton of a deceased creature. Like an abandoned dog, I want to love these houses and give them a family, allowing them to glow.
Ah... but now I am held up in the office, far from a small farm house to call home. Maybe someday, it will all come together.... the small house, orchard, garden, and chickens.
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