I can see him, staring back at me through the trees.
It’s cold and damp, but he is watching, proud, alert and arrogant.
The snow blurs my vision, but the shape is unmistakable.
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I can see him, staring back at me through the trees.
It’s cold and damp, but he is watching, proud, alert and arrogant.
The snow blurs my vision, but the shape is unmistakable.
Continue reading at pensitivity101
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nice
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I like this Di both won 💜
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Thanks Sue.
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Nice
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