4 months ago
Outside - Today
After you have exhausted what there is
is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on
- have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear 
- what remains? Nature remains. 
US poet (1819 - 1892)
Maiz
Maiz died in her sleep early this morning, before dawn.
The Rottie was barking at her head.
My husband went out to check on them and informed me that Maize had passed away.
The Rottie wanted us to know.
I told Maiz she could go... finally that dog obeyed a command.
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