Ole Yurho reflects on the barn
From his easy chair inside the old farmhouse, Ole Yurho listened to the wild geese honking their way back north overhead. It was spring again, and he heard them, and he thought of many things.
His age, he thought about that a lot, because it seemed to be the blame for most of the other things he had on his mind. He ran fingers through straight white hair that seemed to be the only healthy part of his body, now that he was coming up on his 81st birthday.
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