The curtains dance on the almost-spring breeze sneaking in through the open window. The first buds of the season peek out from the damp soil where the sidewalk meets the front yard. Butter stands at his window, surveying his domain. He looks especially handsome in his new collar, a souvenir from the islands.
3.11.2011
Friday Afternoon Photo
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I can understand why that is Butter’s favorite spot. With a window that large, you can almost feel like you’re outside! Hopefully there haven't been any problems like birds flying into it. That has happened to me on a few occasions, which led me to glaze that particular window, or at least close the curtains partially.
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