But, my dog, not so much. He acts all tough, but then he hides under my desk and sits on my feet.
What is it about the primal things. Listening to rain, watching a fire, feeling a breeze, having you hands in dirt, that feels so right?
They seem to go right to a special place in my brain, maybe soul, that other experiences don't or cannot. For the knowledge that these things will always be available to me, I am grateful.
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