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Odds are an odd thing when you think about how many odd things happen in this odd world of calculated odds.
I live in a cabin. Warm pine womb.
Not sure how he did it but he had his collar on when I got up. I could see tiny seed pods hiding in his fur and his paws were muddy. I quickly looked over at the door, still locked.
I love the way my dog takes his collar in his own mouth when we go for a walk. His intent look, ears tucked back as if to say, I can do this myself, thank you very much,
I have so many plans I am frozen, and time flies away.
The hinge on the door to my heart is frozen when I spend time with her.