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For avidly loving nature.

blam

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sung without a sound still windchimes beneath oak trees humming wings stir leaves

I have lived through goats, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful ...

In the end we'll leave it all behind Because the life I think I'm trying to find Is probably all in the mind

Jed Johnson Jr.

sour i don't apples or paintbrushes (if you take one you live without the other]

chips honey or cornsyrup

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