My daughter is cut from the same cloth as myself. Last night she discovered how very thin our herd of goats is becoming as we slowly sell them, and she fell into a puddle of tears. She's been told it would happen, but when reality hit, it was too much. I feel the same.
Holding on steadily to hope as I walk towards new things and away from the solitude and beauty I've always found here.
A Walking Butt Sings a Song
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Kids that appear different often get bullied. The pressure to conform can
be overwhelming, and those who cannot suffer greatly. We've all seen
campaigns ...
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