The excitement shiver, the bursting energy, manual work, fresh air, smell of the burning wood, sand on toes, sand in the sleeping bags. Little life on red-blue farm.
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Farm life
In times like these and in times like that with scattered clouds above the curly messy head of mine I find my self in these places, in these moments, with these people where you just feel like home. And they say that home is where your heart is.
The excitement shiver, the bursting energy, manual work, fresh air, smell of the burning wood, sand on toes, sand in the sleeping bags. Little life on red-blue farm.
Yesterday I fell in the forest river while trying to swing over it, laughed to tears, got dry by the fire, walked and talked, cooked and ate, watched and listened to Simon & Garfunkel live in Central Park NY concert, slept and dreamed.
The excitement shiver, the bursting energy, manual work, fresh air, smell of the burning wood, sand on toes, sand in the sleeping bags. Little life on red-blue farm.
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