Tea Stain Images: two poodles, twins reading with flower blossoms, pine tree on bluff with bird
The dogs were at it again. This is not to say that they were barking or growling or defecating in the neighbors' yards. No, these colossal twin white poodles, perfectly coiffed, were nestled together on the front step, heads bowed reverently as though meditating. One never saw them romp or play--and they are not old, only old souls. They preferred to lay in repose and contemplate all that zen master canines can think about. They remind me of Soku and her sister. The way they were always together--in physical contact with each other, arm in arm. A picture, aloft, settled in my mind and became a memory. I recalled them reading, back to back, on the grounds of the university in the grass, flower blossoms falling about them, catching in their hair. I thought of Soku and our afternoon on the bluff with the tree and the bird and our young bodies warmed by the round sun.
The dogs were at it again. This is not to say that they were barking or growling or defecating in the neighbors' yards. No, these colossal twin white poodles, perfectly coiffed, were nestled together on the front step, heads bowed reverently as though meditating. One never saw them romp or play--and they are not old, only old souls. They preferred to lay in repose and contemplate all that zen master canines can think about. They remind me of Soku and her sister. The way they were always together--in physical contact with each other, arm in arm. A picture, aloft, settled in my mind and became a memory. I recalled them reading, back to back, on the grounds of the university in the grass, flower blossoms falling about them, catching in their hair. I thought of Soku and our afternoon on the bluff with the tree and the bird and our young bodies warmed by the round sun.
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