Life
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I was a quivering wreck when Fred found me at the rescue center—a scrawny, trembling pup with matted fur and eyes too big for my sunken face, cowering in a cage that reeked of despair. I’d been left behind, forgotten, and I’d given up on hope. Then Fred knelt down, his weathered face softening as Read more
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O, Lough Neagh, mirror of the faëry land, Thy waters gleam, a silvered dream untold, Where shadows dance and elfin spirits stand, In realms of magic, mystic and old. Thy bosom smooth, a sheet of polished glass, Reflects the heavens, clouds of pearl and gray; Or when the sun, a golden orb, doth pass, Thy Read more
Dany Slone 