lala was a tiny baby when her dog died and she searches for dogs ever since. we are so happy when she finds us, at least i am, i think the pointers are too. her mom is really cool and let's her play, occasionally saying, lala, don't pull on hilde's tail. comet tipped her over once running for the ball. she cried hard and brief, then hugged him and chased him again.
thugs run the government, and the planet, in a sense, but today there are no thugs present in the park. this makes me believe in heaven without a human god, in nature so resilient of human depredation.
to all the mothers, biological and mothers of feeling, who allow the world to be.
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