I drove past one of the largest tobacco barns that I have ever seen today, it’s not my first time seeing it, but I really took a good look at it today. It’s still full of hanging tobacco, chock full! I have walked through a tobacco barn in the past (and even though I take a firm stand against tobacco consumption) I absolutely love the smell of drying tobacco leaves. As I slowly drove past, admiring the generations old art of tobacco farming, I saw a boy on a chair, sitting at one of the barn doors as his dad cut his hair. And just like that, I was reminded that this area I choose to spend my time in, is pure and simple. And I love it.
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