Don't let language keep you from progress. Words often fall short of defining our opportunities so we have to enlarge our understanding without them.
Bill hated to fly because he hated being in any place called
The barnyard is a reflection of ourselves. Domestic animals are every bit as self absorbed and frustrated as we are. Every bit as flummoxed by the society they live in and the society that governs their own. To that end this blog is dedicated to their little tragic universes where life is too much like our own. Visit often to discover what the Tragic Barnyard is up to.
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