stuck in the middle with you....
left out to dry....
lost in dairyland....
sun drenched...
on the bluff....
Lost in another time....
long ago and far away...
the coming storm...
alone on the nebraska prairie...
where the deer and the cattle roam.....
crossroads....
rural light....
your presence still lingers here...
your barn door's open....
what's dead inside can't be reborn....
worn...
fall colors....
the old merc...
the price of progress...
only sour notes now...
taking over....
still holding on....
rural darkness....
welcome to nora(Illinois)
breaking down....
the long breakdown...
the winter barn...
heavy duty...
emerging from the shadows...
winter's chill....
readin', ritin',and ruin....
the old days....
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Storm clouds gather near a solitary windmill on the southeastern Nebraska prairie....
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