i have a picture somewhere of mister by this thorn tree long ago. i could try to look for it,
but i worry i wouldn't find it, the digital memory is like an underworld i can only navigate by dreaming, and dreaming by another will than my waking. anyway it's changed since then and ith little bear it wouldn't work to recreate. she's hunting where he would be sitting, still as a picture. she only stopped because her leash got caught on a dead tree. there's no need to recreate a memory.