alistairappleton
the wooden door had one loose panel. i kicked it and the whole thing fell apart. beyond it were fantastic pastures of newness and light. i could not enter.
the cat sat on the black hill, purring into its head. there is no hill dark enough to see what runs in its mind. i wouldn't change places for the the world.
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