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| An Old Farm |
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| a ghost on the landscape the shell of a farm once living and breathing now a shadow a memory the life is gone generations once here now long absent and the remnants of these buildings hold decades of memory as a ghostly archive ghosts within ghosts the living pass by not noticing but these windows now broken once held children's faces and this door now unhinged once protected animals and owners from harsh winters this silo now a skeleton once held the fruits of many harvests good years and bad years hopes and dreams now abandoned slowly disappear from sight and from memory if you should pass by let your eyes focus just for a while on what once was if you are attentive perhaps you will see the ghosts within the ghost ~ bob strating ~ 2003 |
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