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Twice-filtered sun Through double pains of glass, sun, toasty-warm, agreeable on the sleeping cat's black fur. Hour to hour she follows the rays to other rooms, bits of light among her feline dreams. A yawn, a yoga-stretch, she circles another pose in the day's last pool of brightness. The soft envy in my eyes whispers love for her and for other simple things. |
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