Thursday, September 13, 2018

Looking Up to a Dog

Every day about dawn, a woman walks a large, black-and-white, boxer-type dog past our house into the park. It doesn’t seem to notice that it has no left hind leg.
The dog moves briskly, sniffing plants and hopping along ahead of its companion.
My ambition in life will always be to carry my burdens that lightly.

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