This poem was written when I was still in my college years. When I was just a lumpy soil;. Dry, parched, and grassy. What nourishes me and will ever be. Comes from the rain of your palm. The way you see this side of me. Was a precious gem, so pretty. Was when you molded me. I was as stubborn as a mud;.

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I am 19 years old and am leaving the DC metro area, where I have lived my entire life, to go live off the land. Shall we begin? This blog will be for me to share adventures with my family at our Barefoot Savages Homestead. I will be blogging everything from daily activities to anything crazy that happens while we are building our new lives.