Andy felt blessed. The harvest went well this year and he was in love. God bless this untouched stretch of clean air and silence. Decades prior to his birth the land was fought over by his Great Grandfather and three other men.
Unlike his peers, Andy's love was not separated by Aunts and Uncles, but by distance and coincidence. Andy's love goes by the name of Grace. She used to live in Indie and, though she'd rather avoid it, she soothes Andy's curiosity by assuring him that "...though it's a beautiful place, it's no more beautiful than what we call home."
After many efforts to produce a child, the couple made their way to the closest physician who resided in a town twelve miles out from their estate. Upon arriving, the doctor told Grace that she was unable to bear a child. Andy didn't mind this as he never really liked the process of producing a child to begin with.
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