Your stock is rising, keep up the good workNot many farms left where I live. The country side has become alittle built up, popular suburbs I guess. A few farms I guess in the scant rural areas here and there, most just grow hay though. All the rain we had last year kind of ruined tomato crops for casual farmers in their backyards!
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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