ON THE WAY TO FARMHOUSE
The narrow country road had fallen quiet again after the goats wandered lazily across it, their bells faintly clinking in the evening air. The sun hung low over the fields, staining everything gold.
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ON THE WAY TO FARMHOUSE
The narrow country road had fallen quiet again after the goats wandered lazily across it, their bells faintly clinking in the evening air. The sun hung low over the fields, staining everything gold.
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