Walking my parent’s dog, Otis.
And he runs.
It was dusk, near the winter solstice. He meets friends, but isn’t too precious.
Trotting.
Yawning in the fog.
Good boy with shiny eyes.
Saying hi.
Stay.
…..MY LIFE AS A CIRCUS PERFORMER…..
Loved, loved going on solo walks in New York!
No huge story with this, got an injured hand so typing with my left only.
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