Waiting for Enzo

I wonder if you long for something hard enough, will it come to you ? Enzo sits quietly in my studio waiting for me to come back. The paint is now dried on my palette and even a little dust is on my table . Has it been two weeks? Wow, I do not even know, maybe more. Down I go as the days blend into one long dark stretch of fighting the battle of multi infections in my central nervous system. I know you are there .......and I will keep fighting . In the mean time I can close my eyes and see your soft curls of fur .

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