September 8th 2016

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moonlit
····in the withered grass—the cat’s gleaming
········stripes
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The stalks of bee balm, queen anne’s lace, black-eyed susans all begin to thin. But the mice are fat, and in the morning the cat brings them to our door.
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307 September 8th 2016 | bottlecap
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