In the soft embrace of a luscious field of wheat, stands a delapidaged barn. Standing as a marker of times, people, and things long past.
It again appears to be something in the way of the plow that is too much trouble to remove.
Nevertheless, the wheat and the barn tell a story of the physical labor these gently rolling hills require to produce the food we eat.
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