The vet has ordered a month’s course of antibiotics to cure the infection in Red’s mandible. The abscess, which had grown to the size of a toddler’s fist, is now as large as a peach pit.
When I was at the animal hospital I met a woman who runs a mutt rescue operation. She showed me before and after photos of dogs whose previous owners had let the dogs’ diseases run amok.
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Writing Lostness
A selfish poet
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breathing through our bones
fixing blind spots w/ cards
"Tarot helps you meet whatever comes in the best possible way."
Thoughts on writing and reading
the view from my precarious perch
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Snapshots of the mindful life.
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