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Friday, June 15, 2007

The Freire Farmhouse

A farm at its best is unity,
between the land and man,
between man and animal,
ordered so that things rise
and fall, live and die
in our closest approximation
of the way things
ought to be.
Posted by The Great Chalk Elk at 4:12 AM

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