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when you’re in Amish Country, photographing it all by your lonesome with no one in sight?

It makes the sound of someone sneaking up behind you with a big stick, waiting to bring it down on the back of your head WATCH OUT!!!  Just kidding. But not really, I was starting to get freaked out when I was walking through the corn fields.
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Mmmm, there’s nothing like waking up to the fragrance of freshly fallen horse manure. We weren’t exactly immersed in Amish culture in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, but, for one day, we did get to experience a quieter, more natural lifestyle than we’re used to. Katie and I wriggled out of our sleeping bags as the sunlight poured into our tent. Horse poop odor, it seems, is more powerful than any alarm clock.

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