Why dog hair?  It’s annoying.  Try as you might, you can’t vacuum it all.  It clutches the fabric, mocking you, reminding you that nothing in life stays pure, unmarred, unchanged.  But when you look closely, you might just find relics of love, adventure, friendships, life.  Even the most miniscule remnants are reminders of those who brought us joy, who passed in and out of our lives, who challenged our faith and broken our hearts.  So little in life goes as planned and even less can be controlled.  We can obsess with trying to remove unwanted history that scars the landscape or choose to embrace it like the Velveteen Rabbit that it is and explore the path it blazes, creating our stories, in our own crevice in the couch.

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