No matter how hard I try to not think of it, my thoughts always drift towards home. This isn't a picture of my parents house or anything...it's just an old homestead that has been run down. Cows wander in and out like they own the place. But I always remember seeing it and loving it for what it was and is. I've penned it and maybe i'll post a picture of that one of these days. When I think back on memories of growing up, this place pops into my mind. I think that all of us can have a connection with a place or a thing as well as with people.
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