The man sat, stooped on his porch swing, staring out at the vast nothing in front of him. Before what had been a fertile, productive, loving farm was now waste. How had it become this, he asked himself, and among his creeping thoughts, one prevailed: she had died and the farm had died with her. He shifted his eyes from the collapsing barn, past the barren field to the faded farm house behind him.
That is all for now...
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