A journal by Lisa.

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Mountain Farm

It’s the beginning of rainy season in these parts, and a light rain mists down over the treetops, then pours, then stops again. Rarely do I see such trees growing together so thickly, so concentrated in one area. The grass beneath our feet glistens with just-fallen rain. Animals mill about, calm and contentedly, the occasional call of a sheep or goat ringing out over the land. Baby cows gaze at us with wide, bright eyes and extend their tongues to lick our fingers. It’s a quiet, beautiful day in these hills.