Down the end of my street runs a ridge that leads into a bay. On days I am well enough, I venture there with Delilah. We find the water by following the creek that runs through a gully of green rainforest.
Delilah has free-range-sniff-time (off the leash) and I have nature-time. Both are important for us. I am lonely despite the constant presence of my furry friend.
My symptoms, daily headaches and chronic pain imposed a compulsory, hermit-like existence on me. For an extrovert its unnatural.
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