As I patrolled my territory, all the paces it takes to sashay the 38 (plus a kitten) nose-to-anus greeting length of its midline, I risked experiential-body-mind separation and thought summery thoughts to take off the night chill — visualized sunshine cutting early morning fog and the crunchy cricket fare that would soon turn to the nose tickling petals of butterfly scales, juicy abdomens oozing variety into a so much kibble diet. I feel the spritz of souls broken open for my palate and jabobson and thank Cattess Mror for their sacrifice. I felt the looseness of my own skin around me as I moved through nebulae of physics and breathed in the wonderous.



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