Sometimes the best thing for healing is a nice walk. I have been taking lots of them lately. The dogs try their best to entertain me with their escapades and side adventures. And I admit, nothing is better than Annie's silliness. But long walks allow me to contemplate, to remember, to whisper to myself. I talk with all those who I have lost recently...and when the wind picks up, or a particular bird sings, I know someone is listening.
Murphy's Day.
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