70’s Oregon Communal Life & Love

Greta Our Goat

“Earlier that morning I’d snuggled up with Greta our goat and rubbed my body against her back and flanks. Except for trying to eat my rain hat, she didn’t seem to notice. The goat odor went beautifully with my back story—I was a mentally challenged backwoods housewife with four young children and a blind husband ( ON QUALIFYING FOR FOOD STAMPS).”

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