To me (depending on the day) the wheelbarrow sitting in the rain can be anything from simply sanctified to anchoring the entire universe. I guess that is the beauty of art. One sees one thing, another something else, another nothing at all. Thanks for reading it and sharing your reaction.
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One 15-y-o- girl, reacting to an adult man copping a feel, will freeze. Another will slap him.
Sure, there's a problem with the boy, but it may not be that…"