Her eyes were what drew me in. Between two metal slats, they stared at me. She blinked once. I reached in and stroked her ear. Tears streamed down my face--but this story is hers, not mine.* Her story is short. She was born, surrounded by metal bars and perhaps hundreds of other pigs. She grew up … Continue reading She Had No Name
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