The sense memory never goes.
The love never dies away.
This is Henry having a nap in my arms.
Oh, he was a glamorous beast!
All of them were.
Bless their fur and whiskers, and their tails too!
For they are love embodied.
💙
LATEST RELEASE... 2/19/26... The Forest is Forever: No. 3 in The Collected Ralph Stories
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