There is something about the word Kinfolk that sits very well with me. It makes me think of a large commune of ‘family’ members living together at a big, old, man-built cabin. The kind that perpetually smell like cedar and seem to always have an old fashioned coffee pot bubbling away on the wood burning stove. Are you melting into heaven yet? Dogs snuggling up at our feet, all the windows open, birds sitting on branches just outside the window and group activities like hanging a double hammock between trees.
Kinfolk Magazine is beautiful.
Everyone canoes in boots. Right?
As if you don’t wish this was me and you.
Our own goats make goat cheese. (Fully just going into an imaginary world now…)
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