I Like a Little Farm

I like a little farm whose buildings stand crooked with the world and with each other as if they knew the contours of the land mean more than north or south, and so prefer to lean against a hill or hug a stream or, slim and fox-like, sometimes even follow curving trails through woods, or sit and dream like setting hens fluffed out in a hollow.

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