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At the edge of a hilltop meadow sits a ruinous barn, sagging and overgrown by creeping vines. This land has many histories. One of these is the Java Dairy Farm. Today we found an old milk bottle with the Java name on it. You can see through the hole in the side that some mosses and a clod of dirt have found their way inside. Atop the chimney of the old manor house sits a turkey vulture, waiting for something dead to turn up in the landscape....