Romy is always up for a walk when it is a bit too chilly and a bit too late to go quite so far. No complaints. Dog-like. We are similar in that way. So we end up on lots of adventures together. My ready partner. This time it was a journey to another land, where the white flower of Provence in winter had almost swallowed a house whole. We followed a honey trail, through a vineyard and a farm field. Blue sky, pastel sky, a bleeding sunset. A slice of the moon above. On our walk back home, Romy pointed out that the moon was following us. "Maybe he wants to come with us. Can we have him for dinner?"
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