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Miss Lily.

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My sweet girl. My companion. She is such a sounder - meaning that she will bark and bark and bark but probably not do anything about it. Today she busted under the fence in the back when a lone dog was cruising down the path. She just wants to play. To say hi - not all dogs are like that - lucky for me she comes back when I call her. She is my constant companion during the day. Ready to go at any move I make. Such a good heart.


And thinking of good, I am having that feeling that I want to purge all my things again. Dreaming of a more modern aesthetic: clean and sleek with touches of old things here and there. An individual living style. Feeling cluttered. One of my dreams has always been to have all whilte dishes. Old thick, white dishes. Ones with substance. Ironstone. I have that dream of chucking everything I have and starting all over. Maybe it was from staying at the Westin last weekend - and sleeping in what they call the Heavenly Bed. Man, that all white bed is totally my dream.


What's the deal with white? 

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