my principal aspiration

“Tomorrow, dear friend, we must leave this place.” His head tilted as all dogs’ heads do when they suspect the talk is about food or a walk. “I know this is abrupt, Abraham, but the time has come for us to move on and finish our journey. Besides,” I leaned in close now to plant a kiss, “we’ve lost everything.”

A Young Woman of the Early 21st Century

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