This is Bartleby. He is a snail.
We made friends this afternoon.
I needed a friend, and there he was. Tiny as a button and just as cute. He climbed onto my index finger and rode along through the dried up creek bed. It was nice. I talked to him, and to Charlie (my aging dog) about all the things that were bothering me. All those things I don't want to bother anyone else with.
I love living this close to the woods.
And I love that taking a walk is a release.
Because, When asked "Would you like to talk about it?"
My response is, most generally,
"I'd prefer not to".
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