A couple of times a day, I will take Judith outside and she will run around and sniff a bunch of stuff, and then she will go stand by the car and beg to be let in the back seat. I will open the door, let her in, close the door, let stand inside for two or three minutes, and then open the door again and she will hop out. Apparently this is a joy for dogs.
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Recovering techie with an MFA, working on like a kajillion writing projects at once. Check out the Post-Self cycle, Restless Town, A Wildness of the Heart, ally, and a whole lot of others.
Trans/nb, queer, polyam, median, constantly overwhelmed.
Current hyperfixation: SS14
⏳ Slow Hours | 🪔 Beholden
🫴 Hold My Name | ✨ Motes
🌾 Rye | ★ What Right Have I
🌱 Dry Grass | ⚖️ True Name
🌺 May Then My Name
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