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Papa's Farm As you sit on the porch swing, gently rocking back and forth, you close your eyes and listen to the you've grown

Papa's Farm

As you sit on the porch swing, gently rocking back and forth, you close your eyes and listen to the sounds you've grown up loving. Nana's windchimes clink in the soft Spring breeze, the mourning doves coo comfortingly on top of the woodshed. Across the street, around the old abandoned gas station, peacocks play together. Occasionally sheep will bah to one another, and Papa's footsteps on the wooden porch he built himself make you feel at home. (Based on a real location in the western United States)
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