
The Chronicler
Joined July 2022
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I write history.
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The Old Dog
My first memory was of his warm face. Brown, like caramel, and with kind, big eyes, gazing into me, sharing in my joy. What joy? Well, I suppose it was the joy of my being here. I had just been introduced to life, and he had just been introduced to me. As family members and close friends clustered into that small space to see me, I knew his chest swelled with pride, and everyone gave him kind pats and warm words.
By The Chronicler4 years ago in Families



