Wheatgerm
Posted by Zhoen on Wednesday, January 05, 2011
Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.
If you don't have a comment, please leave a "stone." (o) So I know you were here.
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4 comments:
movement caused by cat, wind, passing people or does it move on its own?
I swept it into a pile to be taken up later. No matter where I stepped, there it was, under my feet. So, like a cat.
no one writes poetry the way you do ...
Rosie,
That's cuz it ain't poetry. And, well, probably best, really.
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