The floorboards in the stall of the old barn were pulled up thick and heavy with the odor of horse though decades had gone by since then How carelessly they sawed through the widest boards after marveling that you don’t see barn board like that anymore and filled a construction dumpster with their history We planed some down those thick, filthy things after the rusty nails were pried out The dirt stripped away and a gorgeous chestnut grain glowed in its place We called this one a keeper The barn knows perhaps too well how to hold its secrets The foundation shored up now and the roof soon to carry solar panels we never even asked it about In time it will forgive us bear the extra weight the way it once tolerated the stench of manure let it soak into the floorboards and linger
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Amarillo Bay 