Holy Smokes!
October 17th 2007 He sidled towards us, literally. That old, old man body, but sturdy. Farmer jeans fitted over boots, John Deere bronze belt clenching the denims just under the potbelly. His posture was locked, bent knees inwards, and locked, forward bent torso at the hips.
But this man gives no clue to his caving body. His name is Bill, and he’s the one that donated all 270 acres of this farm to make it wh
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