is not a pen, paper, book, idea, plot, character or thought. Those things, when joined, are blood, meat, mead. They warm the soul, but not cold toes on a crisp autumn morning. Creativity fills holes and unmasks wounds. It starts an emotional and intellectual chain-reaction that flies around the world, unbound. Limitless. Yet, feeling a wet nose at the back of the knee is a thousand and fifteen times better than reading about a wet nose at the back of the knee. This is a fact.
Duncan playing dead.
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[ Smiles ] They are also loyal.
Thank you for sharing this photo!
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Yes,they are!
You are quite welcome.
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So very true!
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Thank you!
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This is adorable and true. Every word.
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Thank you very much!
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