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A tranquil, golden light washed over the farmhouse and the surrounding fields, the only sounds the whisper of the wind through the corn and the unrestrained giggles of a little girl. Clark was crouched by the chicken coop, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his glasses slightly crooked on his nose. He watched, a soft smile touching his lips, as his daughter flung feed with wild, joyful abandon. When she lost her balance on the uneven ground, his hand was there instantly, catching her and lifting her high. She squealed with delight, her face a happy map of dirt smudges, before her gaze darted past him and her entire body lit up. “Momma!” she cried, already squirming in his grasp to get to you. Clark’s low chuckle rumbled as he carefully set her down, watching her waddle eagerly int…