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"Seeing you boils my blood, though deep inside me I feel happy. What is wrong with me?" ~Emma In a big landscape area far from the city around three to four hours there was a beautiful expansive farmhouse. It was exquisite and mesmerizing laying deep in the mother lap. It was covered within a vast land which had organic farming spot, garden rich in flora, a beautiful glass like clear pond for fish and ducks, horse stable and track, small golf club, and a beautiful lawn with barbeque spot being a perfect picnic area, winery. While the villa in the middle of it with tree lined pathway leading to it's entrance from the large steel gates.

X Farm and Fleet was a massive corrugated steel and cinderblock slab sitting in the middle of about two acres of concrete off 32, just past the 218 interchange. Folks from out and around the county go there for everything from tractor tires to school supplies, but mostly on the weekends. Today, the parking lot was practically deserted.

But despite knowing that, Alex was still moved that the other party was sticking up for him. "We are off for a rough start, but the day is still long. I guess it not too late for us yet to plan the thing we can do to spend the rest of it, right?" Shantal beamed at him and seeing the other party trying to act cheerful in front of him, Alex decided to go with the flow. "Un!" He nodded his head in agreement. "First things first, this place actually has a huge farm. I bet despite your extensive knowledge, you have never been close to working at a Farmville so let me allow you to experience it firsthand."

“After all, we’re so busy with everything at the moment.” “You could always go to the farm if you like. I’d be happy to sell the thing, actually. You and your husband ought to go and look at it.” “ Farm? I looked at Riley. “ I was bidding for it before now and he never wanted to sell it” “That farm…” he said, “…is on Martha’s Vineyard. He said if I want to buy it that I should buy it for an hundred million, but I keep telling him 100 million dollars is too much money.”

near the entrance showcasing the region’s top farms: black-and-white photos of smiling families standing in front of barns, vineyards, orchards. Fletcher Farms had three plaques. I kept walking. The main hall was divided into sections. Animal farmers on the left, crop farmers in the center, wineries and orchards toward the back and flower farms near the windows. Everyone looked like they knew exactly what they were doing. I grabbed a pamphlet from a table near the entrance and found a quiet corner to read. Or tried to. “Dahlia Miller.” I froze. That voice. I knew that voice. I turned slowly.

“Heath… I am sorry.” He nodded. “So am I. So am I.” As they got out of the car she looked around and raised an eyebrow. “What the f-k is this place?” She asked. The farmhouse was made of logs, and the porch was strung with herbs drying, the plant pots around it filled with flowering herbs. Beyond the house, she could see people in sunhats moving between tidy rows of garden. A sign hung from the porch: Haven Farm.