... is another man's trash. This lovely item was seen at an auction this past weekend. (No, I did NOT take this one home with me. I'm tacky-to-the-max, for sure. But I gotta draw the line somewhere!)
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A journal of life on a third- and potentially fourth-generation family farm, from the perspective of the 'potential fourth' generation. (abridged, of course, for time and interest's sake)
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