I can not stop walking downstairs and saying "good morning" Sage when I get up. I can not stop looking at her beds, wondering where she is. I can not stop listening for her, worrying about her.
It's been a week.
Murphy's Day.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
It's Been a Week
I can not stop walking downstairs and saying "good morning" Sage when I get up. I can not stop looking at her beds, wondering where she is. I can not stop listening for her, worrying about her.
It's been a week.
Murphy's Day.
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