Perhaps it was at the turn of the century, but there was a time when this barn was new. The site was carefully selected, the lumber sawn or purchased, and each board placed and fastened with care. Through the years and the seasons, it served it's purpose well until one day it was decided the effort and cost of maintaining it was not worth the effort. It has been left to the ravaging elements of wind, rain, and sun. It will collapse soon, or be torn down. My fascination with old barns lies in the stories that are untold and the character lines that show so well from a lifetime of giving shelter. The parallels to a person's life are striking and obvious.
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I am the barn.
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