I wrote about how I am trying to figure out why it feels strange to write about bambi, but I still want to do it because those moments gave me something lovely, even if they were only fleeting.
So here they are: random snippets of heat and beauty…
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He sweetly fell asleep early one evening, one wrist still cuffed to the bed. I was not tired yet, I watched him for a little while, then left him to sleep. I wandered in to pet him every now and then. He would snuffle softly when I touched him, dead … Continue Reading