published on: 2016-03-15 01:08:13
Poor Muffin. I think of her frequently. All alone in her hometown,
Spring is finally arriving, and all the lovely flowers are blooming.
So happy to wear your colors. All of them. In every form.
Soon! All my maddening needs met.
Opened. Owned. Cherished. Protected. I expect a lot from the
Tomorrow I’ll be home. Tomorrow I’ll be free.