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240 acres.
Every fence line I built.
Every problem I fixed.
Every mistake I buried and moved past.
And I realized something simple, but important.
People can underestimate you all they want.
But land remembers.
And so does whoever just left that note on my barn door.
I exhaled, slow and steady, and walked toward the west pasture.
Because one thing about me?
I don’t ignore warnings.
I answer them.