I was driving behind a convertible with a dog in the passenger seat: ears all a-flap, sun-warmed black fur, nervous bumblebees of eyebrows tilting to and fro. I miss having a dog. I miss smiling at dogs without being self-conscious about smiling at dogs.

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I acknowledge that I live and work on stolen Cowlitz, Clackamas, Atfalati, and Kalapuya land.
I give respect and reverence to those who came before me.