Aug. 25

I know two neighborhood dog walkers well enough to have conversations with them. Neither of their dogs like Dixie and the feeling is mutual. Dixie doesn't like any dog. I saw the man dog walker come out of the woods alone. I gestured in a universal way of "what's going on"? He burst out crying. His beloved pet died during the night. My first impulse was to hug him, which I didn't. One because of Covid and neither of us was masked and two, I don't know him that well. But we shared a cry together and I hope that I made him feel not so sad. I came home with my face still wet from the tears.

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04.07 | 08:10

I read the last page first too. It’s a family curse.

22.05 | 08:38

so glad youre here mom!

29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

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