Farmer

Dairy cows graze in late afternoon sun
Randy’s dairy, three miles southeast of us. He calls these girls to the barn, and they come. Knows them by name.
Cows, sheep, us . . .
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Ever notice how there’s always someone, something we follow?
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Dairy cows graze in late afternoon sun
“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.” —John 10:27

 

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