There is a time loneliness sets in, not from the people around me but from the ones inside me. Those are the moments I seek the pleasure of writing, and some of the pieces find their way into this collection.
This is in loving memory of Snowy, a Pomeranian owned by somebody I know. Dear Snowy passed away last night after suffering a lot. The worst part is he died when everyone thought he was going to be fine. I had never met Snowy, I don't own a dog and never will. But lets pray for his soul.
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