Thursday, May 23, 2019

this afternoon on the promontory a girl smiles at mister and asks me if she can pet him. she says she has a golden at home. her golden is the same age as mister. she says thanks, it feels like being with her own dog she clearly misses dearly. once you have a golden every golden is yours, i say. it's the golden continuum.

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