spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Ripple was the type of dog you don’t easily forget. She had showed up one early-summer morning through my back gate and right on to my back porch as if she’d always lived here. I was sitting at the dining table, drinking my first… Continue Reading “Just a Dog Named Ripple”
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