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Young Writers Society


CrowJogic

Beefcake

Always the free spirit, going where the wind takes me. Crossing the road.

Cow crossing.


Occupation

In the business of bovine liberation


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights