The barn was located inside a walled property, reminding me of a set up that people living in isolation would use.

Anti-government folk and religious zealots, you know the type of people I am referring to.

I enter the quiet community and find my barn accomodations quite comfortable, very Southwestern. Books on Native American history and Georgia O’Keeffe artwork. A perfect place in downtown Tucson to relax for the night. I can’t hear any city noise as night closes in.

Red chili christmas lights hang from the rafters of the outside porch. I smile half-heartedly at the sentiment of the season.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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