I keep getting asked how I'm going.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," is my answer.
(A low level sense of self-loathing. A quiet and unspectacular kind of grief. A hope that 2015 will usher in a time when we all strive to be better.
A hug with the dog as dusk falls.)
The revenge of the Disaster Puppy. Glad u r o k 2.
ReplyDeleteShe bites but she is ok b coz she t btch.
ReplyDeletePeoples concern can be wearing at times Sarah, I'm glad of other dogs besides the Black one to cuddle up too.
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