Friday, June 26, 2015

I wish all the calves were so loved as the swans are.


 June is reaching its end and the pace of the life gets slow. We start to think about the next course, and in the hot afternoons we sing a cover of Joan Baez about a poor calf walking down the road to where the death is. I wish all the calves were so loved as the swans are.

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