In the farmhouse today, there is a storm outside just passing through.
A blueberry+sage candle flickers in the dark kitchen.
The table fan whirrs as it turns slowly back and forth.
...and the smell of chicken broth boiling on the stove brings in warm thoughts of the chicken and dumplings that we will eat tonight.
The children nap in their beds, they woke up early today.
Chickens peck closely to the house, the ducks follow behind them.
Sparrows chirp so loudly that I can hear it over the fan.
The Farmer coaxes me for the third time to come sit with him in the livingroom.
I take another sip of my drink, blow out the candle, and shut my laptop.
It's time to rest.
-lady of the farm.
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