Dear Farm Journal,
This afternoon I fill the farmhouse with the aromas of a slow cooking garlic venison roast and hickory firewood. These smells remind me of heartfelt moments upon my life’s timeline, of home, holidays, love, and family. Although I sit in quiet solitude, with only the sound of a knife blade slicing against the cutting board, keeping time, I am warmed by fond memories brought to the forefront by the essence in the air.

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