Dewdew on the farm
September 4th 2007 Determined to enjoy every minute of this experience, I woke up my first morning and forced a weary body out into the 6am, brisk New England air for a light hike. I strolled across the farm, solitude. I walked downslopeward to a decorative Chinese pagoda, treaded across dewdamp grass and grinned at the dopey Peruvian alpaca I love so much, climbed Tibetan hills to a yak-hair yurt and then crinkled
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