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Together with Japanese foreign student, I displayed a booth for Nepal & Japan.
I write about my daily encounters, experiences and thoughts here to share with you all.
They roamed the open fields, grass was plenty,colored by blue bonnets and Indian paintbrush, the skies were azure blue,spotted with white clouds.
They roamed free in Texas.
Until one day they realized they were there for a purpose. The meat lovers chopped them, teared their skin off them, polished their horns and named them long horns.
Even after they died, celebrated their life and decorated their homes with their remains.
The life of Texas Cattle! The Long Horns.