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  • The floors at home are filled with dust and sand. Stuff scattered all over. No one is doing anything about it. We get a special delivery: the champagne ordered for Emils birthday, coming up. Previously booked appointments with people that are here to get our unpacked moving boxes (we put in an ad to give them away).

    Coco is licking our tears.

    I've told too many stories of loss. I do not want to tell this too. Can not. Will not.

    As long as she is still here, there is hope. As long as she is still here, every walk is sacred.
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