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by blitzar
1676 days ago
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My grandma lived on a farm and loved playing with the cows. Once she was old enough to connect the dots on what happened to them, and later saw the butchering process. To the day she died, she would thank the amimal (cow) by name, for the cow skin rug on the floor and give thanks by name again to the cow whos steak we were eating that day. |
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