my dream is to live far, far away from any city; to live where there is nothing but green, nothing but garden or farm that i cultivate myself. a place where i am surrounded by living, growing things that follow a bigger schedule. i'd like to wake early and make a strong cup of coffee and walk outside with an apron full of feed, scattering it to the chickens or other smallish animals while the sun rises slowly behind me. there may or may not be a barn, there is definitely a screened-in porch in which to while away the afternoon hours.
i will snap string beans, i will stew tomatoes, i will tend to things.
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