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I never wanted to say goodbye
to this, us; you were everything.
I cry myself to sleep, and
you're sleeping on the couch.
Should I ask again,
what if we stayed,
we stayed here
and fixed
this?
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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This is a top noent for me.
You really tug on the heartstrings here. Beautifully vulnerable.