Roller

I never get tired of finding rusty bits of machinery.

This is a roller at the end of the field. It hasn't rolled for many a year and is just rusting gracefully, wrapped in plastic bags and supported by an even rustier oil-can.

There is something deep about this, something down at a visceral level which tells us about ourselves and life on Earth.

Louder than bombs

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