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Alpaca Shearing

Today, I am dragging out my boots, braiding my hair and heading out into the brushy, rolling hills of North Kansas to help out at an alpaca shearing. I am pretty certain it’s going to be pretty dirty. And while my magic beeswax/lanolin balm nearly cured my farmers market sunburn on my arm, my nose is still pretty red–which means I had better invest in a straw hat.

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