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WOMAN OF THE LAND PROJECT
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Time moves slower on the farm. So does my heartbeat. Breeze on my arms...
Pull the crop out by its sprouts. From deep in the earth success abounds.
When you hold a three pound bird in your hands, it feels like air with feathers.
Gunnison Sage Grouse dance. He is proud- white breast, tail erect! Snapping air sacs for dramatic effect.
The Huntress. I walk slowly and carefully for a long time, looking for signs.
RanchHER. It takes all of us to make it run. Our family's commitment is never done.
Looking out the window at the kitchen sink, I see generations, pushed to the brink
Range Rider. Freedom is the lowing of cows and riding fence on my favorite horse.
The water that weaves through every field. Nourishing grass and each season's yield.
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