Here's five cents worth of simple plainwords. The little things that didnt make it to speech, the little fleeting moments of sensitiveness to my subconscious self, the little struggles in between the lines and all the bits and pieces I want to remember.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Everyday
My home.
My cuddly fluffball...
who faithfully waits for us to come home everyday...
and wags his little tail in habitual expectation to be hugged and carried like a spoilt brat...
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