afternoon peace

Boomer, you magnify the love that makes our home our home.  What troubles can withstand a bury in your neck, a nuzzle of your muzzle.

We sure did laugh today.  Into the evening, where we spoke of our love.  Sometimes it is good to speak of it; we feel it so much that in its constancy we might relegate it to background.  But it is the hum that lets us know we work.  Remembering that we breathe, we value each breath.  Speaking of my heart I know that mine is yours. Always, kamekuma.

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