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| A Perfect Space |
12/23/2015
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I left her there out of the comfort of my arms and stepped outside.
There was a cold rain falling in the early morning hours of goodness.
I sighed to myself.
My dog may have been missed tonight, but I certainly never thought twice about where I was.
A perfect space in the perfect place.
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