Moved

Miss you.  Miss who?  Miss Yew, the well-bowed broadheart.  

My heart swirls.  Head furls.  Sometimes I can just listen and write what I hear, but today, few words are heard.


I need to get a picture of my cat.  Rather, I need to print one out.  He has died, and I am sad.  It happened moving across the country and though I’ve arrived here, in my new home.  I can’t seem to let it sink all the way in.   

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