My daughter is cut from the same cloth as myself. Last night she discovered how very thin our herd of goats is becoming as we slowly sell them, and she fell into a puddle of tears. She's been told it would happen, but when reality hit, it was too much. I feel the same.
Holding on steadily to hope as I walk towards new things and away from the solitude and beauty I've always found here.
Take a Tour of the World's Oldest Living Things
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To determine the oldest living things in the world, first you have to
define "living thing" and then you have to have some way to determine their
age. I ...
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