faith not given up. star did came home. lessens devastation, gained hope.

streets are awfully quiet this week, hopefully not weekend. not peanut butter treats have touched for a century.

flyers are up again, three cats this time. full salmon bowls filled with rains & leaves has been refreshened. I walk down through townstreet, small stores hopefully finding a found poster everyday.

they shouldn't be this far. it's six days now. are they hurt? hungry? helpless? more days go, more heart droplets come.

come back home, my babies!