A neighbor's fish pond.
Looking down at the farms.
The farm is two hours away from their home. I have no idea how often Victor and his family make this trip.
Sasha was having a little trouble washing the knife.
So I told her to spit on it.
The white clouds turned into storm clouds which resulted in big, cold HAIL. Ahhh
Paulina spins alpaca wool as we wait out the storm.
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