Worn and rusted the old gears no longer turn but have been left behind for newer brighter machinery to take their place. Silently they spend their days in slow decay reminding us of a quieter time when farm work was down at a gentler pace. Of hard work and long hours, human sweat and determination to make a living on the land. When men worked on every aspect of their machinery to keep in going, fixing and prodding it to keep it running, repairing instead of replacing. Unlike these cogs that won't turn again time doesn't stand still, life is moving on and leaving this era behind.
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