I've let dreams
lead me
into the night,
rinse and repeat
sadnesses that
the heart recognizes.
People are
strangers,
their worlds stranger
I always go away too far,
it’s a good thing you did
waking me up
Saying, it‘s the bad air
that makes nightmares--
I call it breath.
_
Spirit of Scoutie
We picked this spot for Scout's memorial because of the way he'd always come bounding up to greet me around that bend. And while I d...
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