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Day Fifty Six…

The rude awakening, is that when one fosters a pet dog, you have to get up early in the morning to walk it. The sun is dancing in a cloudless sky, I walk to the corner of the compound, there’s a mirror near the road; The north garden is a place for children to play […]

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Day Fifty Five…

The new normal exerts itself:  We have deliveries at the gate; Local convenience store’s shelves are almost empty; eggs… I have eggs; Kids play; People walk their children; ‘And their pets; Today I received a rescue dog – he needed a place to stay.

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