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The barn used to sit on the most pristine point of the two fields, with the water trough glistening in the sweltering sun. The horse would gulp the lukewarm water as the hawks labored in the sky. The antique basset hound rested in the month old pile of hay; long abandoned by the horse. Birds pecked away at the day old grain, but would swiftly skitter away; because of the wrinkles of the old man coming to feed the horse, who was followed by his grand kids stomping through the thick grass.
The aged barn now slumps in the pasture with grass engulfing its walls. The young woman stands from the gravel road staring at the hut; remembering when she use to follow her grandfather to the barn to feed Pepper, watch Oliver droop toward his pillow of hay, and gaze at the hawk soar in to the fluffy clouds.
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