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Whispers from the Grave (Heart attack 50 years of age) What happened to 20 acres of farmland tilted toward sun angles, those sharp stone edges cool fall comes frost fields covered taking ownership of rented, abused, abandoned land− 10 years Phil has been gone, DeKalb, Illinois farmer. Did he find salvation in those gold cornfields? […]