A girl her dog and her jeep vintage shirt
Yep, this is progress, I laughed. There I was, refusing to succumb to this ever-spinning world that pulls me away from fruits with peelings, resting, breathing, and grasping sacred moments that so easily slip through my fingers. She is my living reminder that yesterday is gone so what’s the point of wallowing in regret? Beating myself up over past mistakes only deprives me of knowing her today. Putting the perfect ending on our porch talk was my friend’s shy rescue cat Mocha coming to me when I held out my hand.

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