terra madre & italia

like a magnetic beacon at the end of an impossibly long tunnel, terra madre is actually approaching.  thoughts, which have remained in the stratosphere for the last four months—as animals died, as the summer never stopped, and the piglets were born—thoughts which seemed surreal are now here.  we leave for italy in five days.

let me back up. 

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dinner party

when i first contacted farmer jason, looking to work for full moon farms, it was just before this past christmas, i was working on the floor of the new york stock exchange, and i had never set foot into georgia, or much of the south for that matter. i was, however, a man on a mission, and my mind had been made: athens, ga it was, and a month later we drove south.

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