Hi G-Fans!
Well, I must bring it up. It has been a part of our daily walking for days and days now. It is only right to acknowledge it. It fills the air with wafts of its scent. It spreads out along the road and magically on the sidewalk. Raphael tried to get some good neck dives on it, I rubber necked on more than one occasion coming and going by it and Bertie and Tessa just trucked on through it. It is a recent nearby incident of.....
road killnounan animal (or animals, collectively) killed by a vehicle on a road.• informal someone or something no longer useful or desired : gee, thanks for making me feel like road kill.
I don't know why the concierge makes a big stink out of it every time we pass (well, it stinks on its own, but I like it...)!
I don't know why the concierge makes a big stink out of it every time we pass (well, it stinks on its own, but I like it...)!
It is so ripe and stinky that even I can't tell what it was in its living state.
I think it is fascinating.
The concierge is sickened by it. She finds it repugnant.
And I have lost her, and all that is all she is capable of notating for me is lost.
I don't know if she is getting "green" or she is exhausted, maybe both.
But, may you find yourself making choices that support you and not ones that flatten you.
TTFN!
-G
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