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All I wanted was a simple life on the little farm we had bought. Just let me go out in the morning when the world was still asleep, step into the barn with my sweet cow, pull my stool up beside her, and feel her warm breath on my neck as she turned to look at me. After filling my bucket with warm, foamy milk, I would go into the kitchen and start the day with fresh bread, and coffee with warm cream.
Beth Nash Bruno
Jean Anne Feldeisen
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Oh, what a vision
I've got my fingers in way too many pots. Cook, writer, poet, reader, musician, therapist, dreamer, a transplant from New Jersey suburbs to a farm in Maine.
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