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“””*texokie runs down the Qanteen driveway hollering after haffast*”””
After waving at TEXOKIE, I turned and began to follow the draw into the calcified forests of my mind along with my two trusty companions. What are those things once seen but now obscured by the dimly lit glass that haunts me so?

What is this thing that consumes a man to seek the fleeting anomalies between deception and reality? The dogs know. They see. We watch together, watching, ever watching.

Bootsie and Bubba have been with me long enough to know me, and know that critical thinking is a sure way, but slow, lacking warmth. Abandoning it, a developing sixth sense takes hold. Should we trust it?

Many words have been lost along our paths. We don’t need them. Who would believe our report of what we’ve seen and newly remembered anyway?

But on rare occasions, we feed a small bird a remembrance or found thing, who then returns to the thread to write our report.

Sound out the ping on occasion, so even if we are not able to return at the time, our courier may be able to follow the sound to return a heartwarming message....DEMS LOST AGAIN..

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MARVELOUS!!! ROFL!
A man’s gotta do what man’s gotta do!

*texokie giggles at little birdie perched on her finger warbling the above message from haffast. The birdie cocks his head as if to ask, “well is there a reply??*

Yes! tell him to touch base frequently whenever you can! And keep sending back such fun messages with reports about DEMS LOSING!!!