Got a coffee. Went down to the river. Sat, cross legged.
Watched the geese. Do an odd and amusing calling/burping/mating thing.
Watched Jackson sniff, ever-so-carefully, each blade of grass and then leisurely paddle around in the water.
~From the desk of Indecisive Libran musings.
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