Cy is the kind of goat you want to hang out with on a Sunday morning. A little prayer spoken loosely into the wind. Ever-elusive. You want to squeeze it. You can’t squeeze it. 

Cy is the kind of goat you want to hang out with on a Sunday morning. A little prayer spoken loosely into the wind. Ever-elusive.

You want to squeeze it.

You can’t squeeze it. 

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