I can’t explain this fascination. Yes, I was born and raised amid farms in a rural part of Ireland but I never saw barns there.
I suspect the roots of this fascination may lie deep in my DNA. Just as all human beings hold in our minds an idyllic vision of a rural landscape with rolling hills leading down to a lake surrounded by trees because that’s what East Africa, where all humankind originated, looks like, so I suspect that my love of barns has a similarly deep-seated source somewhere in an ancient, long-lost Ireland.
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