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It's a young dog, I can see. It's wounds sting, more than bees. He sat so still under the tree. His dark eyes filled with plea. Sadly, I cannot bring him home. However, I don't want him to roam. I only took, a tissue and wiped off foam. Light in his eyes brighter than when fur combed. I know it's just a small thing. I know I can't stop the wounds' sting I know the young dog has a long way in spring. But maybe, a little hope for him, I did bring.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
A small offering to a stray dog.
It's a young dog, I can see. It's wounds sting, more than bees. He sat so still under the tree. His dark eyes filled with plea. Sadly, I cannot bring him home. However, I don't want him to roam. I only took, a tissue and wiped off foam. Light in his eyes brighter than when fur combed. I know it's just a small thing. I know I can't stop the wounds' sting I know the young dog has a long way in spring. But maybe, a little hope for him, I did bring.
Something which really happened, to me 6 years ago.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
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