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

Cow crossing.


Occupation

In the business of bovine liberation


“Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number. Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you— Ye are many—they are few.”
— Mary Shelly