4.19.2018

April 19, 2018

White Dog smiled, "I remember that LONG ride to get Our Tiny Dancer. And that she rode in your arms next to me all of the way home." I rubbed WD's head and lifted Bella into my lap.

"That was almost five years ago," I whispered to them both. "And so long ago in the journey. Bella seems like she has always been our Tiny Dancer."

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