Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Morning, Barn

A farming relic amid subdivisions.


  1. They came here to build their new world.
    There was dream flying over the souls.
    Now the barn. Now the sun.
    It's a good thing to remember these people.
    Every relic has a story to tell.
    About them.
    About us.
    Life anyway...


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