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Remembering Dusk
The soft diffused light peeked through the slats of the old barn and warm the tops of the hay bales resting in the field. My mother in law used to take us on mystery rides at dusk and share fields and barns like this when she lived in Central Pennsylvania. 16×20”
Remembering Dusk
The soft diffused light peeked through the slats of the old barn and warm the tops of the hay bales resting in the field. My mother in law used to take us on mystery rides at dusk and share fields and barns like this when she lived in Central Pennsylvania. 16×20”