In the middle of two sloping hills,
There sits a weathered barn.
It’s almost as old as the trees,
The trees it’s hiding behind.
On the side,
There is a note scrawled.
In crackling yellow paint
It reads
“Shelter Valley”
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 9:12 AM UTC
In the middle of two sloping hills,
There sits a weathered barn.
It’s almost as old as the trees,
The trees it’s hiding behind.
On the side,
There is a note scrawled.
In crackling yellow paint
It reads
“Shelter Valley”
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