My parents no longer live in the country. I think I'm going to miss the walks along their tar and chip roads. They had a white barn on their township road that a nice Amish family rented. They kept an emu, sheep, and cats on the property. Sometimes the white silo and barn were difficult to capture on a sunny day, but other times the white stood out against a cloudless sky. Adjacent to the barn is a Belgian horse farm. The property overlooked a valley, always guaranteeing beautiful sunsets, picturesque fog, and pools of lightening bugs in early summer.
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