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Behind the barn

I met this beautiful lady last summer in the Dolomites.
She was sitting so quitly and peacefully behind an old barn where she used to live over 40 years.
I asked her of I could join here and she just noded.
We sat there for more than an hour watching her chickens picking in leftovers.
We connected so deeply within our hearts.
After that her life stories sounded like vibrant music.