Taste: white rice, gold potatoes, tempeh bacon Sight: red sun rising into August's smoke-filled skies Sound: barking, howling, whining, snarling, growling Smell: peanut butter; smoke Touch: sticky Extra: "Elizabeth was still in the hands of vicious men, but with a dog, there was love. With love there was hope. Hope was strength." — Nevada Barr, Destroyer Angel Grateful for: dogs, change, forests, hope, optimism, porgs, sleepovers, memento mori
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