As I lie in bed typing these words, she snores delicately next to me, a rhythmic, droning counterpoint to the crime shows that put her to sleep. The dog whines, digs at the floor for a few minutes, then falls asleep herself.
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One year ago: The Mask of Another
Two years ago: Holding On
Three years ago: Proverbs 25:21-22
Four years ago: Being "In the Moment"
Ten years ago: Ghosts On My Retina
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