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This .... He explained that he had run out of time and the dream of a house in the woods was one for his younger self. “That old wheel keeps turning,” he said with a touch of remorse, a touch of something unrealized, something lost. — so resonates with me as a "senior" and never knowing how long one has left. I'd love to hear more about this neighbor and how he plans to spend his future days.

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I think a lot of time with his grand children is on the table.

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Yes ... as is mine.

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I grew up on a piece of property that was part of my grandfathers farm. My dad purchased a small plot of land and build a house there. As a child, I spent many an hour exploring my grandfather’s Farm. One of my favorite places was woodlands across the brook. The farm has long been sold is no longer in the family, and the wooded plot I’m sorry to say has become a Walmart parking lot. I’m so glad you’ve been able to preserve your family’s Legacy.

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I am so excited to watch and learn as you steward your forest. My husband and I are taking on a similar love affair with our patch of land.

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Wow thank you so much! Happy to swap notes sometime if you’d like

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Stunning photographs, what a place of wonder and beauty!

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Thank you Daisy!

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Lovely writing. I can't wait to read more.

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That old wheel keeps turning. One steward moves on, and another answers the call.

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