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The rest of the evening, night, and next morning fly by with the young, lively Freja showing us all around the farmstead and surrounding forest.
She'd even taken us out onto the middle of a frozen lake early that morning to teach us Kulning, an ancient cow herding type of singing that she performs. Her style of vocalizations sound odd to my Beyonce and gospel-trained ears, but very enchanting at the same time, like a mythical siren and a bike horn blended together in a skillful bleating tone. Her belt is so loud it echoes across the countryside: the entire point of cow-herding calls, I guess.
Guy and I are scheduled to perform at a small music club about an hour away from the farmstead, and have to leave for the next town after our show. We only have a few hours left with Freja before
