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Meeting on a Bridge

I see her as I cross the bridge homeward Her coal-black fur a void against the stars She stands and stretches forward Meeting my outstretched hand With her whiskered face A purr of appreciation greets me Hello, sweet girl It’s a bit cold to be waiting here She gives me a look, as if to…

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The Bend

As you walk down a path, shaded by trees and flanked by bushes and undergrowth, you wonder, what lies around the bend? And you long to see, to know, to immediately grasp everything to come. But even if you could, you wouldn’t. That would be like skipping ahead to read the last page of a…