A Dance With Daisy -going Home- -

Going home isn’t about the distance on a map. It’s the slow dance in the living room where the furniture used to be. It’s the ghost of lemonade and motor oil. It’s Daisy, waiting in a sunbeam, tail thumping a rhythm against the floorboards.

So take her paw. Lead her through the screen door. Past the garden hose, the rusted swing set, the place where fireflies used to spell your name. She remembers every step. So do you. A Dance With Daisy -going Home-

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This is not a goodbye. This is a two-step with memory. One hand on her shoulder, one hand on the truth that love never unpacks its bags—it just waits for the music to start again. It’s Daisy, waiting in a sunbeam, tail thumping