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Not Quite a Spring

I hear the sound of lawn mowers, interspersed with the silence of snow, putting on a scarf to scurry beneath the blazing sun, birds chirping but bitter wind blowing.  The color is heavy green without the accompanying smells of what nature intimates to be the...

A Little Visitor

A client at the vet hospital, someone who devoutly cared for her own animals, finds a teacup poodle in the middle of the street, so dehydrated and hypothermic it was unable to do more than twitch in an effort to avoid oncoming cars.  She scooped him up and brought him...