Standing there, so alone.
Leaning against the wind, the wind that blows, that has kept its force but cannot be be beaten by its strength.
Through its open door, it peaks down the unworn path, just hoping someone will take those few steps and come inside.
The sun sets, the weeds grow, the clouds fill the sky.
It is alone, again.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Teri Merwyn Hudyma
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