A friend sent this to me.
My kitten like Catwoman flies;
She seeks to scratch out my eyes.
But her paws meet my arm
So there's only small harm;
And the scratch won't cause my demise.
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"Listen: there was once a king sitting on his throne. Around him stood great and wonderfully beautiful columns ornamented with ivory, bearing the banners of the king with great honor. Then it pleased the king to raise a small feather from the ground, and he commanded it to fly. The feather flew, not because of anything in itself but because the air bore it along. Thus am I, a feather on the breath of God." From the writings of St. Hildegard
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- Ladybird
- INTJ, A Jack of all trades and master of none. The more I learn the less I know.
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