You know that Autumn is well advanced when you see a scene like this....
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I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I feld Him down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him.
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That's what I like to see... the dog has a basket, the cat has a chair... in fact, if Badcat is anything like Sylvester, the cat has every chair in the house as his own personal preserve!
That's exactly the case and if I ever bring a new chair, ( or more likely a 2nd hand or " antique" one), into the house he insists on sitting in it first for a few days.
BTW. that chair came from the Jesuit " RES ", as it was called, in Dublin. I acquired it when they closed down a few years ago.
i want your kitchen! o, I want it!
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