If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



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Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Vying


          It didn’t matter to the dog that its feet were sopping wet, the cat either. What mattered was the smallness of his lap, a place the dog was far too big to be arranged, though he would try and try again, if only to remind the cat who the lap belonged to.


5 comments:

  1. That's only because you like dogs more than cats. Baker would love to be in your lap too. Bo loves Baker or at the very least, loves to slobber all over him... it seems like love anyway from my perspective... I'm glad they've got you and you them!

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  2. Wonderful. I love your short snapshots of fiction :)

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  3. Lol...my cat would sit on top of the dog :)
    ~Jo

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