It's the small things. Cookies when you need them. Really hot coffee. Her smell from across the table. A perfect sunset. Music. His eyes when he wakes and sees you lying there. Good whisky. Green lights.

For me this week it was a cockatiel, who flew into the void that awaits us all after changing and supporting my life in ways I could have never imagined. Good night, Beebee.

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