The Volcano
Stand back and watch it spew.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
It never ends
Dogs, dogs and more dogs. Dead dogs. Dogs walked to their death, tails wagging because it's attention and they don't know what's waiting, except they do, they can smell it, can't they? Dogs without names, only faces, eyes, open, trusting, expectant.
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