My teeth are red from homeade rhubarb wine. My skin is the same color, but from the blistering sun. After we left the office we went back to our acres of land at alvins to dig channels and repair the ones that already existed. Cal went back to get the car and I rode back to alvins on his four wheeler with him. Alvin is the first liberal we've met yet, which was a catalyst for an hour long talk of politics. He has a beautiful farm with about 450 acres of land, sheeps, pigs, homeade beer and wine and a heart of gold. He let us pick a weeks supply of greens from his garden, cleaned and bagged it. For the first time in my life I feel like everything is right. It is all exactly how it should be, and it feels so good to be here now.....

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