Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Goldie's Dog Days of Summer

Sometimes things get better.

Like finally feeling safe enough to take a nap by the metal sculpture that at 13, I bought Florence with all the money I had just earned as a summer live-in babysitter. 

Indeed, sometimes things get better.

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