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Tuesday, March 8, 2016

For your health

Are you having fun?

Posted on Tue, Mar 8, 2016 at 4:00 AM

Then do something about it. —No rush

Monday, March 7, 2016

Helpful hands

keys!

Posted on Mon, Mar 7, 2016 at 4:00 AM

Thank you so much to the person who put my keys in my mail slot! I absentmindedly left my keys in the door which anyone could have taken. —Feeling safe at home

Friday, March 4, 2016

Matters of the heart

Everything you put out I want to take in. You're this unique beautiful creature I couldn't have ever imagined. Meeting you was a treat, getting to know you was a blur, and the thought of creating more time with you makes me feel warm and fuzzy. —Swoon Swoon

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Missed connections

What I Should Have Said

Posted on Thu, Mar 3, 2016 at 4:00 AM

Our timing is off and I don't think you are as sure about us as I am. I expect that, by the time you return, all my warm feelings and all my certainty will have congealed into some sort of solid form, unrecognized for what it was and soon unnoticed by me. —Hindsight

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Good neighbours

Tiny, the little black poodle

Posted on Wed, Mar 2, 2016 at 4:00 AM

To the owner of Tiny, I can't thank you enough for being patient as I almost had an emotional meltdown on the street at the site of your little dog. Ours passed away a few days ago and running into you and your identical dog felt like fate. The matching stories of a hard beginning followed by a rescue of these 16-year-old poodles make me wonder if I met our little guy's brother. Hoping to run into you two again someday. —Appreciative on Almon

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Love this town

Haligonian Still Love

Posted on Tue, Mar 1, 2016 at 4:00 AM

We met on the net,
Distance, our sole
Apparent foe
Vanquished.
And then,
We laughed, and loved, and danced
Circle full
Together
We skipped over hurdles,
Darted through hoops.
Fearless.

Winter came
Upheld its court
Made berth in hearts
and deepest dark port.
Spiritless and stumbling
Through inner blind alleys
Slipping hands
We let go
Turned
Empty embrace.
—Still Born