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I love this part of the day, and I love this part of the world. As my nephew starts the process of surrendering to sleep, I am absorbed in this experience, and am taken back decades, to when I used to ride similar machines on a similar plot of land, not more than 5 miles from here.
"A part of great leadership is being able to look past the naysayers and hold fast to convictions that you are on the right path. And you all have done that, in spades."
Which came first: the chicken, or the chicken's debilitating outrage that there are other chickens in the farmyard?