Yet another gem, slowly deteriorating. Acres of pasture. Two enormous stables with dozens of stalls. A covered riding ring. A silo. A small home. All left behind for the scrappers and the squatters to enjoy. I can only assume this is yet another victim of the economic decline. I always wonder, where have they gone? Where did they move on to? And now I must also wonder, where have all the animals gone? Their stalls still filled with shavings, and the remnants of blue ribbon prizes. The only trace of them is etched in chalk, on a blackboard.
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