we have made the flying
leap, heedless and
headless, into
another year and

it is good here.

we have eaten peas with black eyes and we
are deeply indebted to the ham hock
juice, which the bald
man has poured over my kibble like

nectar. I remain

optimistic about smells. I
am forever prepared
for a cuddle

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