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yes-you saved him—-but
Fungus took over spider
her web is broken.
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When the Shelter Closes
Across the street from my house, a man slept under a tree, his dog by his side. My first, naive thought: he must be traveling through. But he kept coming back, often sleeping there during the day. Then it hit me—that person might not have a home.
By Bride of Sound5 days ago in Humans
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Oh this is heartbreaking! To give so much to another only to loose what you had! Ouch!
That felt so sad. Loved your poem!