“My sister was a tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God. I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean”.
- Nine Stories by J D Salinger
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at a junk sale once I saw the most beautiful picture I have ever seen, of a little dog drinking milk from a glass. On the back it said GIGI 1969. I love you Gigi. I dug through the bin and found many more pictures of you, being held by people who loved you. One was a man named Hussein. None of the others were labeled. There was a sweet motherly woman, and also someone who looked like a Hollywood actress with big glossy hair, all holding you like the prize. You are dead, because you are a dog from the 60s.
