Posted 4-16-19 “I need a break!” Eleven-year-old Brenda said, sighing as she scooped another shovel of poo into the pile the same way she did every stinking Saturday while her friends…uhhh…did the same thing at their farm home. “Cows are milked, the stupid horse is fed, the fence and gate are checked, the dishes are … Continue reading Spring Dreaming
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