Ryan E. Smith
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"There’s magic in this place.”
That’s what I told my 4-year-old son as we walked the 50 yards from my 92-year-old grandmother’s house to the white barn that once housed scores of dairy cows. Today, there’s a black calf named Precious and maybe a dozen cows my uncle watches for another farmer.