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A little illustrated journal entry that turned out to be ironic. I grew up on a dairy farm that had been in the family for generations. It was sold a decade ago, though I think of it often, dream about it, and like to base some of my art on it. I was in the middle of this sketch when my brother called to say the barn was destroyed in an electrical fire Friday night. A pig and a few chickens were lost, a horse and cow escaped unharmed. What made me decide to draw this yesterday, I wonder.

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