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There was a show last night at ourfarm, this 600-acre piece of land about an hour away from louisville. I rode down early in the day and came back late last night. I went on a long walk with some other folks through pastures and down to a pond full of duckweed and trees. Dogs splashed around in the murky water and shook all over us.

then we walked through a field on the crest of this big hill that was surrounded by trees. It was like being inside of a marble. We found our way to the lake and rowed around in a boat. It was really pleasant, floating around, the leaves changing, drifting through the air on the bank.

when the moon came out, i climbed up on the hay bales and watched it rise, and it was dark enough at the farm that i could see the cloudy glow of the milky way. I hadnapos;t seen that in quite a while. I also got to sit around a big campfire surrounded by diy types and punks and rural folks and dogs. My clothes smell like wood smoke.

sometimes solitude is what i need. Not often. But when i need it, and i finally get some outdoor solitude, i feel cleansed. Itapos;s nice to let all the social junk drift off of you, let the chill of night settle on your body, watch your breath float away on the air in tiny wisps, because itapos;s not that cold yet, but cold enough.

i need to visit the farm more often.

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