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Through the bluish sunlight of the mist I can see the memories that everyone has forgotten because it happened such a long time ago.

Nothing much has changed with the hay shed over the last 100 years and whatever has been will now remain ceaseless.

The present and past fuse as if life around the shed has been one long tune. Our memories are not lost in the mist of years, they are hidden awaiting rediscovery.


4 thoughts on “HAY SHED MEMORIES

  1. Beautifully evocative writing. The photo was a bonus. I wanted to run and roll my little child body on that frosty ground and get up with wet mittens and a red nose, my ears ringing with parental rebuke. Ahhh, thanks for the memories!

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