Well it is technically not our barn it feels like our barn. It did once belong to this house. It sits right across the road. The barn has always been there. It is in a lot of our pictures as a part of the background.
And it is being taken down. Every time I look out my front windows I want to cry. A piece of history. A part of my childhood. A part of my grandparents childhood as well as my parents.
We are so sad.
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