One fall day, I decided to take a break from working my farm in upsate New York and drive to a distant town for supplies. It was good to relax and reflect on the passing year. I thought about the year’s crops, the sweat equity I earned, and about my family-how we were doing and where we were headed. I had packed my lunch and was looking for a quiet place to pull off and (...)
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Place of Rest
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