“My girls… I dunno their names anymore. They’se like soft machines now. Livin’ in a free-stall barn, never seein’ my old overgrown pastures, eatin’ stuff delivered to my silos every...
Palliative Care I loved Ronnie once and still do but it’s hardly about love, is it? It’s about redemption… mine, not his. He’s past redemption and he’ll be dead soon...