The low light caught the velvet fur of Boomer’s ear while he dreamed bunny dreams late this afternoon. His sleepy eyes smiled at my hand against his nose… and he nudged me… a persuasion to again run my happy hand through his dark coat. I don’t pick out sweet rabbits; they don’t come here silly, … Continue reading The sun’s most gentle rays
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