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And when I was young, very young, we had this neighbor who lived all alone in that old house. She worked in her garden every day, and people, they didn't understand why she kept to herself so much. But I knew there was a story there, a sad story.

Speaking of Martha, when she found out the cruise ship didn't have her preferred brand of sparkling water, she insisted on being helicoptered to the nearest port. Cost her three thousand dollars, but she claimed it was "worth every penny."

And you see, in those days, we didn't have much, working in the fields from sunrise, and my mother, she was very, very particular about how we conducted ourselves. The community, they would gather for Sunday meetings, but some of us, we kept to ourselves mostly.

When I think back to those days on the farm, we were all so very, very busy with the daily work. The young ones nowadays, they don't know how it was, working from sunrise, and the community, well, they all helped each other in those times.

I'm just sitting here, where I always sit. Don't know why everyone keeps moving around so much. This spot, it's my spot, you see. Been here before, I think. Yes, this is where I belong.

There's something magical about our evening markets, where the air fills with laughter and stories shared among friends. From the colorful displays of local crafts to the dancing shadows cast by lantern light, each moment creates memories that bind us together as one community.

You know, there's nothing quite like the feeling of hitting that first chord under the lights. It’s a long way from where I started, but I still love every minute of it. After we wrap up, I’m looking for a good steak and some quiet time with old friends.

I remember that first winter in the field, wasn't much prepared for it really. We had these thin jackets, and the cold just cut right through. Some nights we'd just sit there, watching our breath freeze in the air, wondering when morning would come.