There wasn't much left of the farm; a couple of buildings, more down that up, the remains of a fence. Knee high weeds, most of which were poisonous to livestock. But the thrill within Karen, the feeling in her stomach that wouldn't stay down, swept over all the decay. Wiped the harsh reality away with the excitement.
The land was hers. Not her father's, not her husband's, nor her brothers'. Not even her uncle's. But hers.
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