I’m used to my vantage point, and from this place on the floor where I sniff out things no human can detect, the world is somewhere up—that is, except for the noises, which are everywhere and vibrate through the floors and even make the curtains flutter ever so imperceptibly. Shane looks so—well—macro-close; and then when he looks at me, I seem so far away.
Then, I look at Joan hugging Saki, and before I can think, "Hey, what's she doing hugging another dog?" I remind myself that life is all about perspective, vantage points, and relativity.
Best wishes, Juno
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