behind an abandoned house south of Panora, out shooting with Luke sometime in March.
I like old cans and bottles. What I hate is when I'm out in the woods, and I feel like I'm miles from civilization, maybe where nobody has been ever before–and then I see the can peeking out of the mud.
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