A feral cat found the moon's spotlight and was doing the Moth Catcher Ballet in its glow. The only music was a single distant cricket. I don't know what became of the nearby crickets, but I suppose the cats might have eaten them. Cats do not appreciate music, I guess, or maybe just appreciate a tasty snack more. I wish they'd stick to eating the moths and keep the crickets as accompaniment.
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A feral cat found the moon's spotlight and was doing the Moth Catcher Ballet in its glow. The only music was a single distant cricket. I don't know what became of the nearby crickets, but I suppose the cats might have eaten them. Cats do not appreciate music, I guess, or maybe just appreciate a tasty snack more. I wish they'd stick to eating the moths and keep the crickets as accompaniment.
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52/27: Feeble
The sun has returned to trouble me with the distressingly high contrasts it creates. Everything is the shade fades to obscurity and everything bright…
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52/26: Drippity
Here's that dream I saved, one of those leftover maybe rainy days. It was rainy earlier, and will probably be rainy later, but at the moment it's…
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52/25: Sunny, Alas
For the first time in days I woke to bright light streaming through the blinds, and it made me sad. There had been rain almost all day Tuesday, and I…
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