The field, positioned, placed
granite hay bales, as if harvested
grown from the soil, the crop of the farmer
bundled and situated
waiting to be hauled and stored
in the barn, for winter feed
December 5, 2008
Rte 202 , Contoocook, NH
Friday, December 05, 2008
Granite Hay Bales
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