Saw a cat once. It was black. Crossed into a cornfield. While we walked the cat came back. It wasn’t about the cat. Never was. Large tree had a branch torn off by a storm. I saw that storm. Ran from it. -A leaf rushes by, how often does one thought finally stop you and you wonder about its truth. About the cat.
-M. Taggart
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