Tripping Over, Under, Around, and Through the Light Fantastic With You

This time last year I was caring or my father. I had been with him for almost three months only seeing Max on the occasional weekend. He had to stay back with our cats and literally keep the home fire going as we heat with wood. I missed Max terribly, and wrote this on yet another sleepless night when I wanted nothing more than to be nestled in the crook of him.

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