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diff --git a/journal/2020-04-06.md b/journal/2020-04-06.md
index 95a6b92a2c2cca71b195d5d044b073222d3b0ef0..423240ed343ac295655115696a3d0286591d4a7f 100644
--- a/journal/2020-04-06.md
+++ b/journal/2020-04-06.md
@@ -19,7 +19,7 @@
This would be the final time I got to "nap" next to Jaxon. My best friend. The pet I had loved more than any other.
I was still able to get his scent, a very dusty smell (likely from the dirt, he was a cat of course) and I cried again for my friend.
-This is what I was used to seeing when I woke up from an afternoon nap.
+This is what I was used to seeing when I woke up from an afternoon nap. This photo was maybe a month prior.
