We ask her who we are and she. She replies a smile. She knows us by a smile of eyes coming after softly closed doors. Lips are too wide open to admit a beastly weather and weather is a fine smile of the sky.
Dog smiles in her deep dog sleep at her feet on black rug for her to smile her name open. Her dog’s name is a sweet that brings smiles to lips froze in bodies humane and canine.
When asked about the weather after a closing door behind us, she smiles directly to our eyes.