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Lewi
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Kieara loved where she lived. She loved the country, loved the nature,
the animals, the plants....Everything about it. However, running such
a large farm was hard. She had a hard job. Being the farmer's
daughter, things got very hectic.
It didn't help any that she was very pretty. She had bright red hair.
Natural red, not that ungodly fire engine red. She had bright blue
eyes, and a line of freckles accenting her face that ran over her
cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She was very pale for working on a
farm, often getting burnt, but because of her red hair, she simply
burned and peeled. She never tanned. She was petite with curves in the
right places making her very sexy. She currently wore a pair of boots
with a pair of blue jean shorts, and a white tank top.
The farm hands constantly hit on her, though she normally didn't
notice. She was very dense about that type of thing. Her father was
all she had. Her mother had died years ago. She missed her dearly, but
there was nothing she could do about that. She wore a locket around
her neck that was her mothers with a picture of her and her mom in it
from when she was little.
It was nearly sundown now and she was headed back to the house from
the barn and orchards. It was harvest season soon and extremely hot
this summer. She was thankful for the cooling greeting that evening
had to offer. She smiled softly humming as she walked.
the animals, the plants....Everything about it. However, running such
a large farm was hard. She had a hard job. Being the farmer's
daughter, things got very hectic.
It didn't help any that she was very pretty. She had bright red hair.
Natural red, not that ungodly fire engine red. She had bright blue
eyes, and a line of freckles accenting her face that ran over her
cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She was very pale for working on a
farm, often getting burnt, but because of her red hair, she simply
burned and peeled. She never tanned. She was petite with curves in the
right places making her very sexy. She currently wore a pair of boots
with a pair of blue jean shorts, and a white tank top.
The farm hands constantly hit on her, though she normally didn't
notice. She was very dense about that type of thing. Her father was
all she had. Her mother had died years ago. She missed her dearly, but
there was nothing she could do about that. She wore a locket around
her neck that was her mothers with a picture of her and her mom in it
from when she was little.
It was nearly sundown now and she was headed back to the house from
the barn and orchards. It was harvest season soon and extremely hot
this summer. She was thankful for the cooling greeting that evening
had to offer. She smiled softly humming as she walked.