the beautiful hill
"...the farm is at the end of the road, the top of the hill, the farthest you can go. it consists of a beautiful little house under a tree; down a rolling lawn littered with apple and pear trees sits a chicken coup, and nestled in the woods at the edge of it all is the sewing cabin, where devin has his music and dead bugs. where we sleep in a dirty cozy nest in the loft. where poetry is written on the fridge in magnets and the outdoor shower lives next to the new clothesline.
the views are spectacular, the trees are immense, the light is amazing....."
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