And so it is, this corn. Plentiful. Stretching as far as the eye can see or the imagination can conjure. This is my view today, my distraction from work that seems mundane by comparison to the work of corn.
I am the mistress of Four Cedars Farms, a mythical place where spirits dance, characters are formed, and plots thicken. Grapes are grown here also. Welcome.
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