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  • One morning I was walking through the French Quarter in New Orleans when I happened upon a girl and her dog. The connection between them was so touching to me, that I raised my camera to take a picture. Suddenly, the girl screamed at me "what the f*** are you taking a picture of?" I told her that I loved the connection she had with her dog. I was touched by the love they seemed to feel for one another. She softened immediately and smiled broadly. She told me life had been hard, she'd made some mistakes... mistakes that other's were unwilling to forgive her for. She said she had no family and few friends, but it didn't matter to her much because she had her dog. She said they were migrants, traveling to follow warm weather. Her stay in New Orleans was drawing to a close, and she and her dog were headed in search of warmer, dryer weather... perhaps New Mexico or maybe California. She said I reminded her of her mother and asked if I had children. I told her I didn't, but that I too had a dog that filled that empty space in my heart. "We're kindred spirits" she said.
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