giants

When Fear Stalks.

When Fear Stalks.

The milking is finished and we’re sitting on bales of hay. The calves are greedily drinking their milk and the crunch of hay stills the barn. He’s talking and sharing hopes and when he says the words five years I stiffen. Breath snatches and I blink hard. “I don’t want to be here in five years.”…

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