kind of like puppies poetry sad eyed and anxious to explore, yet trapped in a box atop the day’s news and remnants of urine, this is the life. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
Thanks! I’m excited to be back; I miss this place, and I’m excited that it is the winter break so that I have more time.
the sieve and the sand 
Good to see you back Julio!
(And I do love me some of that mellowing urine smell)
Thanks! I’m excited to be back; I miss this place, and I’m excited that it is the winter break so that I have more time.