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I took this picture on the way home. A storm blew through last night and left about 8 to 9 inches. The evergreen’s shoulders were stooped with the weight of the snow.
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There was an old barn at the job I worked today. A snow-dusted guitar was hanging from a beam. There was one rusty string and the belly thumped against the post it hung from, the wind blowing through the nearby barn boards.
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10: January 10th 2019 | bottlecap
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