Grazing is peaceful. I came to this profound conclusion on Thursday when Mathilda and I were out for her evening hand-graze. In addition to a headache, I had my knickers in a twist over some perceived injustice in my life. After 30 minutes, my headache and bad mood had faded. I knew it was easyContinue reading “Grazing II”
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