There were eight of them, all lined up against the barn attached to the aging, unkept house. They were dark blue, I believe. Small enough for two people to carry, but too heavy for one person by themself. The barrels varied in weight, making some easier to move than others. For the most part, they stayed pressed up against the barn, collecting rainwater…
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