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| Wildflower Farm In Evening Light |
Here we are, a lone bastion of light in the darkness of New England's cold, stormy, snowy, winter. Inside all is bright and happy. Just far enough from our neighbors to feel the dark space surrounding us when the sun goes down. Inside, the wood stove is burning and the air smells like apple and cinnamon still from morning donuts I made. This place is very special and cozy on nights like this.
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