This was taken earlier yesterday.
The moon was so beautiful last night that Mom and I had to go for a walkabout
Silver light flooded the land, causing tree limbs to look tangled and twisted as we walked
A high wind rippled clouds across the moon’s face
Causing the Moon to dip and melt into the swiftly moving clouds
The light stretched and flowed
I had to stop and SING the song of the canine people—
Mom told me that it was so mournful, and sad, and beautiful all at once.
I told Mom I just had to voice my soul to the moon.
Boo Berry Betty BROWN
Life on a Colorado Farm 
When the urge hits to sing the songs of your people, you just have to do it, Boo. You be you.
Sloppy kisses,
Delilah
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You to Delilah! Boo Berry
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Spring will be there soon time to sing for sure!
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We are so ready! Fur Kids
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Java Bean: “Ayyy, I am pretty sure we heard you doing that, Boo Berry Betty!”
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And I heard you answer back. Bo Berry
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Beautiful moon – the perfect night to voice your soul. Go for it Boo!
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Hooo whooo wooo
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Woooooo oooooooo oooo
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You understand.
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