Because I am never good at beginnings, I write words that never make it from my mind to my mouth. They slither to hide under my tongue, like medicine I pretend to swallow, as I speak words that are mine but never came from me.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
55 - Greeting the Morning with a Smile
Despite being a loud, slightly disturbed dog, I love that Tinker tried to greet me every morning and when I come home to the apartment.
Here he is when I got out of the bathroom. Still guarding even when his humans are home.
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