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RAYMOND Leaving Aunt Morgan and the Blooming Desert farm was way harder than I thought. I thought working for two and a half months in the desert was going to be brutal, but it passed in the blink of an eye. I caught a passion for permaculture and growing my own food. I had already asked mom if we could turn our tiny yard into a garden at home. I helped Morgan get the farmer’s market up and moving, along with the website and the food blog, and suddenly people were talking about what she was accomplishing on her twenty acres in the middle of nowhere. I felt like I didn’t just go and feed chickens and herd goats and plant trees, I felt like I really made a difference. Aunt Morgan wrote the check for my tuition at Blakemore, and then gave me another five hundred dollars in cash. “Put th