I opened the door, with Sean’s warm smile and “Hi, it has been three months!”

The last time I was here, Tilly got pregnant and now she is the mom of five puppies. There are just too many happened this year: something good, something bad, something very good, something very bad. All strike me like it is the very end of a life, not the beginning, not the middle.

They had came, they have all gone. Dead in a way, or another.

The blood bathing sunset and cloud sea, the most tender and happiness I’ve ever had, and the invisible connection in between, all lead me to the ones.


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