The cat made a last ditch run for the top floor to hunt the pigeons before they left for their winter homes while the rest of us hoped that nice cool air would quickly do away with constantly running the fan.
a found poem via facebook pics
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polar skeletons wander the thin ice soon a drowning doom. droughts and
elephants die; dry meat in the sands for scavengers. in venice, the aqua
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