The way she climbs on the board awash with waves
Runs toward the sound of my gun
Unmoving waits outside the door of such a busy street and store
Sitting, standing, laying or staying
Trusting I will only do right for her
Who was it prayed God let me be the person my dog thinks I am?
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What sweet sentiment you’ve put into this post. Love it, Julie! P.S. Where are you, now?
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Thanks friend! we are right across the street from the little store in the photo! still in Magical Loreto! love your Thai food photos!
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Awesome! You’re staying warm. Looking forward to each post you write, Julie.
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