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Red Barn

Once it was colored an autumnal red now it is a russet prop for the sunset. The land has stacked evening around it, a delving dusk has laid down years of richly plowed shadows. Within each cranny and niche, each time-worn grain, a soft twilight abides even under daylights ferreting glare. Seen against a late ebbing horizon the barn blooms beyond its timbers, it deftly fills-in the blush of any half-painted sky.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 8/1/2020 3:20:00 PM
Lush, phenomenal ink. xomo
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Eric Ashford
Date: 8/1/2020 3:39:00 PM
Thank you PT, good to get another comment on this. e
Date: 8/1/2020 12:09:00 PM
Hello Eric Asford, A red ba\rn in the field is beautiful to see. In winter it really stands out. Shelter for the the animals. Enjoy your day my friend.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 8/2/2020 3:06:00 PM
Hello Eric Ashford, you get kicked out of the barns you enter! Even when the barns are dilapidated? Why? Enjoy your evening my friend.
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Eric Ashford
Date: 8/1/2020 12:12:00 PM
Thanks again for this review Darlene, yes a Dutch barn is my fave, but i get a kick out of all of them, even the dilapidated ones we occasionally find in the fields of Ohio. Have a good one. e