Freedom, dude.
Freedom.
If only I could run in the forest while
chasing after my Quaker Parrot happily...
But if that happened in real life
I would probably be running with tears in my eyes
with fear that I would never see Pickle again.
But I do walk in the forest with Pickle on
my shoulder all the time.
There's still freedom with that.
Love,
Kerstin Lori Johnson
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