See the most perfect old cat sitting in the sun. She is always in the sun. See the photons and the ultraviolet radiation keeping her alive. You know what that means, don’t you. She is of this space and it sustains her. One with the old adobe where the kitchen plaster fell down Monday, one with the pack rats that hid her kibble in my boot. I just found that today but doubt it’s fresh. Tell me I’m not living through this just so I can write about it. What would happen if I wrote about a beach?
Because I Love You
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