Today would have been Loolie’s 13th birthday. The two Rons, my friends in LA, sent me this poem by Robinson Jeffers. I will read it aloud at Sand Beach when I scatter Loolie’s ashes. I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours. The House Dog’s Grave (Haig, an English bulldog) I’ve […]
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