A portrait of Meg, my seven year old Labrador.
Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences.
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| — | Neil Gaiman - The Ocean At The End Of The Lane. (via hateeverybeautifulday) |









