I miss these kinds farmhouse from my childhood sitting out in the rural landscape like hidden islands, surrounded by fields of roaming animals and summertime vegetable growth, with vast untold stories of a yesteryear that time is to quickly forgetting.
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I miss these kinds farmhouse from my childhood sitting out in the rural landscape like hidden islands, surrounded by fields of roaming animals and summertime vegetable growth, with vast untold stories of a yesteryear that time is to quickly forgetting.
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❤️❤️❤️ Beautiful!
I can relate to all of that completely! There’s nothing like a rural small town life is there?
Thank you for commenting 🙂❤️
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Looks like heaven 🖤
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It kind of is some days ❤️
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Love these photos! It’s so beautiful, how pictures are so small yet hold enormous tales. ♥
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Thank you!! Yeah I always want to go inside this one, but I really don’t want to be arrested so…. 🙂 Maybe someday!
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Haha that was a wise decision 😂 Maybe one day!!
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I’m thinking next week… 🙂
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Nice!! Please write about it if it you do 😀
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Beautiful pictures
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Thank you!
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Wow 😍 so beautiful ✨🤗
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I know!! Thank you!!! 🙂❤️
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