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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


When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind