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And I felt myself drift to someone new at noon, to see the same scene sideways.
And on that side of the silo there was metal fencing, leaning on the facing wall and rusting. Green grass grew, if only a little, until the tiny travel trailer she left there with the last of the tulips was no longer of note. If not of note, then at least of memory - for she was grown and gone, her need of tiny trains and trailers fininshed, finally. As for the fence, it's task was buried, checked and recalled, archived here.
And past that, beyond that, lay the lumber bits, the saved ends, sorted on size, leaning and waiting too. It had been 50/50 that they and not the other would be the best end and then the rest here, but here is how it landed. I see nothing I need, and so I continue.
Our rusted cars lie here, far from the frame they knew. For parts I suppose, but parts of what purpose I could never say. A motor home, a hummer-v, a hyundai. Stopped here a while. I wish I were looking for something small, something clean, something simple in a simpler box, something to search and find and draw to, but it is not here this day.