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| Ripening corn near Pienza The very end of a day between San Quirico and Pienza, in mid-May when the crop is just about to turn from a soft pastel green to golden. The thing that struck me here was the contrast between the soft patterns of the corn and the rougher texture of the little barn and the uncultivated ground it stands on. |
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