There are days when life has an almost normal quality about it, of course we must always expect the opposite knowing full well that the Universe is always in flux. On a clear late Fall afternoon while driving aimlessly thru the flint hills of the Central plains of Kansas I came upon this site. I wondered what the hell was a headless horse doing standing guard near a row of odd mailboxes? What the hell happened to the horses head? What were these Meth Cookers thinking? The entire moment was so surreal that i backed up and took some pictures so I would not imagine that the whole episode was some odd flash-back.
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