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Life on the farm is getting better. I am slowly getting to know people better and am feeling more comfortable than before. I cherish my mornings that are spent with peaceful walks, cowboy coffee, and milking Samantha our milk cow. The nights are cold and spent sleeping bundled in my sleeping bag. I still miss my mother and wish she was here for me to talk to. Also, I am dying for a cigarette, a cappucino, and some deep conversation.