I was in the country, and saw a level building, on its own, with a sign (somewhat like the Budweiser sign, but instead of cinching in the middle, it came out on both sides) that had the words “Blue Steer” on it. Underneath the sign was an open door, the size of an auto repair shop door. The building extended to the left but didn’t pay much attention to how it looked. The surrounding land was flat, with a sense of a thin layer of straw/hay all over. Clifford, the Big Red Dog, is a sacrifice. I was in Bea … Continue reading Sacrifice