I wanted to be a farmer growing up. I still…

Christian Lingner

Jun 30

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When I was nine, I wanted to be a farmer. His name was Mr. Barley.

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Grace Leuenberger

Jul 2

This was such an affecting and beautiful piece of writing, and quite moving, too. Really, really loved it. Thank you for sharing!

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Thanks, Grace!

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