...On little cat feet.
It sits on silent haunches,
Looking over harbor and city,
And then moves on.
~ Carl Sandburg
It sits on silent haunches,
Looking over harbor and city,
And then moves on.
~ Carl Sandburg
...is willing to accept that she creates her own reality except for some of the parts where she can't help but wonder what the hell she was thinking. ~Thank you to Brian Andreas
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