I’d raise hell, not cattle.

Dreams are funny like that.

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Lately, I find myself having the same dream:

I own a cattle farm. Where I work, live, eat and sleep.

I get up in the morning and say hello to my cattle. I feed them. Talk to them. I massage them.

I then go for a walk in my field and visit my livestock and similarly feed, talk to and massage them.

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Christapor Yaacoubian
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When I moved to Canada I needed someone to talk to, so I began talking to myself. I’ve got a backlog of thoughts. How soon will we hit the present?