Thứ Năm, 4 tháng 10, 2012

Finding a place.

Steady rain. Beating the bounds of the night time village, three dogs and Elmo. Returning to the house, fur sparkles with diamonds of water. He looks for a place to sleep. There's Pixie's cushion, empty. 


Perhaps a rug?




He settles for a tiger's back.



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