I listen to the
wind wooing my windows and
hope they won't sucumb.
Photo by: Osquer
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [certain]
I was certain that the cat was dead, but I was afraid to pet him one last time. Part of me thought if I touched him he would move. I don't know why that frightened me because it would have meant that he was alive. I will miss him. He welcomed me into this home with love and enthusiastic affection. I petted him goodbye for that.
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