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here we used to play, up and down along the hay. hide and seek, fear factor too. now just memories of blue. because we are all grown up some with little families, others with a cat and a pup, the rest with piles of school fees. of course they all feel content and probably cannot remember just how much it meant to us to be amongst the timber before the stress of paying rent. so now I gaze at the fallen barn, that is missing a bit of its charm, the skeletal slats sticking up like broken bones capable of harm.
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
the fallen barn
here we used to play, up and down along the hay. hide and seek, fear factor too. now just memories of blue. because we are all grown up some with little families, others with a cat and a pup, the rest with piles of school fees. of course they all feel content and probably cannot remember just how much it meant to us to be amongst the timber before the stress of paying rent. so now I gaze at the fallen barn, that is missing a bit of its charm, the skeletal slats sticking up like broken bones capable of harm.
kayla-thrift
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
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