When I was little, I sat in one of those and the treebranch snapped and hit me in the noggin. Trust grandpa, whose glasses are thicker than jar bottoms, to find a branch that's rotten all the way through.
I love the tire, and how it tells the story of its past. I wish that could be isolated a bit better from the background. The fence is so dense, and is fighting a bit to be the subject.
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