I’m not sure what it is about old barns, but they have always intrigued me.
Perhaps it’s because they appeal to the deepest, darkest parts of my imagination where tragic stories lurk in dusty, musky corners.
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Or maybe it’s because every sense — think splinters and squeaking and smells, oh my! — can be tapped when describing its stately structure.
What story does this picture tell?
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