she is not alone in the world.
a black dog is always there to lick
her lips and to stroll beside her
periodically veering off to chase rabbits
and dig for treats only a dog could love.
the trees are frosted in white,
the trail well trodden and she,
well, she is happy in the white,
the silence, the bond between
a girl and her dog.
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