Stepping Out Of Line In A “get In Line” World

I’ve fallen in love with a barn in Fargo. There is nothing about it that belongs amidst a sprouting development in West Fargo, yet there it stands, white paint chipping, old wood fading with time. Surrounding it, tall grass, big trees and an orange tractor that looks like it hasn’t budged for 50 years. Spare,…
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