I've been driving by this scene for several years, now, and the thought keeps rolling through my head: "This was someone's version of the American Dream, once." Now, it just sits in a corn field, rotting away, slow as time.
Another view, straight on. I thought the panoramic crop added to the lines of the former home and the drab color to the feel.
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