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What I lack words for— Mm. One of many spheres in which I lack the words I’d wish...

You speak pride in me, and Puppy, I—

I don’t know what to do with myself. How to [ … ] understand the form I hold; this being that I am.

I know that I feel relief like the dispersal of an ages-long weariness.

I know I feel freer; that I feel myself and feel like myself more wholly.

There is no one else I’d care to hear these words from.

And I am grateful, my Love, for you, for everything you are. My Dearest, I flourish in your care.

You protect and you discern me, you help me know the rightness in myself.

Beautiful, pretty Puppy; there is no rightness, there is nothing in the world without you. ❤️

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