Paleface, My Fine Feathered Friend
The day that our paths crossed I was quite surprised, immediately Paleface stood out among the crowd, I tried to befriend him but he kept a safe distance from me. He would come around the barn to scavenge the left over food from our burros and goats. Was he here as an omen? If he was then […]
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