izzy

I’ve been looking at photos and videos of animals making unlikely friends for hours now. I keep coming back to the same photo of a polar bear hugging a sled dog like it wants to protect it from the cold, from the leash, from the crack of the whip of hands running through it’s fur. Like it wants to lift the weight of every sled this dog has ever pulled and fling it out into the snow.

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sarah

That is where the dogs go
Way out at the edge of town
Where car husks grow in cut glass fields
And the swamps eat boots for tea
That is where the secrets are

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