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Autumn and winter writing days
at Val’s.
Wood logs sparking in the hearth,
welcoming.
Dog sprawled before the fire,
fur singeing, ears cocked to
our halting efforts.

Yawning, dozing, her
bone-heavy head on someone’s foot.
Eyes – pools of Irish Whiskey – eager
for a pat, an ear-scratch, a dropped crisp.
Sadie. Latent mischief in a rough wheaten coat.

Honorary member of ninevoices,
we will miss you…

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