Our son, two dogs, a sleeping bag, and me
Heavy breaths pushing on my calves
Sweet, played-out breaths reaffirming on the palm of my hand
Outside, fire cracking, friends laughing
Inside, frost forming, breaths warming
Our son, two dogs, a sleeping bag, and me
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| One of his favorite games...try to find camo-boy! |
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| Climbing with Dusty |
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Lovely poetic contemplation of living.
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