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We are stuck in the middle of somewhere just prairie grass and blue sky with a ubiquitous buttery sun front and center is a barn big and red its  hue meant to wake you up and much like hot coffee it burns the soul leaving little time comfort or room to philosophize what we see has always been what we get © Whit Howland 2019
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
Red Barn
We are stuck in the middle of somewhere just prairie grass and blue sky with a ubiquitous buttery sun front and center is a barn big and red its  hue meant to wake you up and much like hot coffee it burns the soul leaving little time comfort or room to philosophize what we see has always been what we get © Whit Howland 2019
A word painting with a straight forward message.
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
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