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When your home town is the purest place on sweet mother earth, and then your job has you living in one of the biggest megalopolis’ on the planet, your soul is screaming with the passion of David Byrne. “Run Run, Run, Run, Run awayyyyyyyy. Ai ai ai aiiiiiiii!” I think you get the point.
I had to make a change that got me home. Back to undulating farmlands, vineyards, craft breweries and the occasional waft of cow shit.
