Young black calves, their noses pressed to the slats of the livestock trailer, jockey for position, taking turns pushing against the metal gate from which there is no escape. Black calves with jet black eyes. And the light in their eyes that reflects back to me commands my attention, has mesmerized me: they are utterly innocent, they are indescribably precious, they are undeniably alive. How can they be so … unseen? ~Laura Moretti
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:20:06 +0000
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