I'm watching the buzzards fly around this particular area of the hill. I'll search for what's left of Celeste up there. I like the idea of her being part of the environment in many ways, not just placed in a hole. And I have her beautiful head.
I keep this journal as a record of my adventures on the farm, my hopes and dreams, failures and successes, for anyone who might want to take the leap, as I did, six years ago.
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