{"id":1620,"date":"2015-05-10T22:50:03","date_gmt":"2015-05-10T21:50:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=1620"},"modified":"2015-05-10T22:50:03","modified_gmt":"2015-05-10T21:50:03","slug":"time-passes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=1620","title":{"rendered":"Time Passes"},"content":{"rendered":"

A week later. <\/p>\n

It’s been a tough week. Especially the first few days after Kamel’s death. Unfortunately I’ve been through it before. At least I know how to more or less handle it. A few days of numb apathy locked up at home. And then slowly back to the real world. So it goes.<\/p>\n

It’s been good to get back to the other goats. Walking around with them. Lots of fresh, green grass to eat now. We’re out of hay, so I’m trying to give them the chance to fill up on the green stuff instead. <\/p>\n

I keep expecting to see Kamel bringing up the rear when I’m walking around with them. I miss her. I miss so many things about her.<\/p>\n

There’s a big Kamel sized hole in my heart.<\/p>\n

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And a goatlog.
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