A little while ago, for a little while, i woke early in the morning and drove through autumn weather to see the lovely georgia, a fresian cow. After a little bit of a 'i-dont-really-know-you-so-i-might-try-to-scare-you' phase, she let me milk her.
The rhythm of getting up and going to milk a cow every morning confirmed what i guess i've always known: i am indeed a closet farmer, or a farmer without a farm. One day... not too much longer...
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