Chuck and I used to walk past this barn on our morning walks, but it's starting to look a little the worse for wear. When we walked, there was a horse in the pasture that always came to the fence for a nose rub and a treat (Chuck carried apples). Fond memories!
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Oh yes, fond memories indeed for you of your dear Chuck. If only this old barn could talk. . .
ya gotta love an old barn. here, it would be boarded up and surroonded with no trespassing signs and police tape. everything's off limits here :-(
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