Aria. Aria. Aria. Words on a page cannot explain. A picture is but a reminder of her beauty. And somewhere in Mom and Dad's laundry there clings just a slight bit of her essence. Yesterday I reencountered my one and only love and today I am exhausted and quiet in the tender memory of my hours in her presence.Aria is a beautiful Bergamasco lady, born black, faded to Isabella. She is full of spirit and unconditional love. When I am with her, I feel my deeper, ancient mind. I am one with my physical and spiritual aspects in my connection to her.
In these moments, the voices of the people fade away. Aria's parents and mine, the other dogs, some puppies, all become a distant buzz as we remember our true selves.
[Note by Jess: This picture has been photoshopped to um... maintain the innocence of Orso's blog]
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