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i went to the farm to work with birdie and drew yesterday. it's hard work and i'm sore all over. she told me once all she does is think about us when she's working, and she wasn't kidding, i know it sounds crazy, but our friends are in the earth. you put your hands in the ground and suddenly there they are, shining and laughing at you and making you stronger. i spent all day digging holes with my hands, breathing in dirt, walking up the field and back down the field, and there is no where in heaven or hell i would have rather been.