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  • The look of longing is so pure. Her need to chase and retrieve so real. Pica stands at my feet strong and salty. Round eyes like the rising moon will me to submit to the game of run-splash-fetch-shake in the Ducktrap River. I long for the purity of joy she feels when the stick meets the surface of the water.
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