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{quickly passing} luc simonic and like last night the lighting is mixed and the animals hang helpless in owl grasp, that last bit of alive - flown away, 3am shrieking. we wonder about what’s to become of our pets, and make decisions about it. folks who have farms and ranches wonder about all their animals – it's rough, I hear. oh posh - eventually there's only one of us left. i imagined shooting my cat after that. merely a flash. |
