They don’t smile. They never did. Their faces are soil—weathered, worn, waiting. A reimagining of American Gothic not as nostalgia, but as endurance. The pitchfork becomes a symbol of still-fighting. The house behind them? A cage. A memory. A ghost. This isn’t about the American dream. It’s about surviving its aftermath.
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