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	<title>Comments on: Cows, cows and more cows!</title>
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		<title>By: Laura</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am absolutely jealous of the experience to live on that beautiful ranch all year long. The ride you described sounds pristine. I know what you mean about wanting to resist the ride back to reality sometimes. 
My favorite morning on the ranch was on an early morning run I went on in September. It had been thundering through the night, and when I stepped outside to head out on my run it was so still, and a thick layer of fog rested in the distance. It took my breath away. I decided to run toward it. Like you said, it seemed like even the animals knew to be extra still that morning. I ran toward the fog and eventually ended up in the thick of it, where a fine mist cooled my skin and I couldn&#039;t clearly see anything more than ten feet in front of me. I stopped running and just stood and closed my eyes for a while. For me, it was a spiritual experience. I could have stayed nestled in that blanket of fog all morning. 
By the time I made it back to the ranch, the sun was coming up over the hills and warming up the land. The fog thinned out and disappeared. I wouldn&#039;t rather have been anywhere else in the world that morning.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am absolutely jealous of the experience to live on that beautiful ranch all year long. The ride you described sounds pristine. I know what you mean about wanting to resist the ride back to reality sometimes.<br />
My favorite morning on the ranch was on an early morning run I went on in September. It had been thundering through the night, and when I stepped outside to head out on my run it was so still, and a thick layer of fog rested in the distance. It took my breath away. I decided to run toward it. Like you said, it seemed like even the animals knew to be extra still that morning. I ran toward the fog and eventually ended up in the thick of it, where a fine mist cooled my skin and I couldn&#8217;t clearly see anything more than ten feet in front of me. I stopped running and just stood and closed my eyes for a while. For me, it was a spiritual experience. I could have stayed nestled in that blanket of fog all morning.<br />
By the time I made it back to the ranch, the sun was coming up over the hills and warming up the land. The fog thinned out and disappeared. I wouldn&#8217;t rather have been anywhere else in the world that morning.</p>
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