This is a picture of my cat (named Black Bean)’s eye.
This is a picture of my cat (named Black Bean)’s eye.
The talking. The low hum of the trout tank. A few quiet people, me included. The sounds of people being scolded for their behavior at school. The cracking as I crack my fingers. The clickity clacking of the keys on the keyboard.
You want to know what I fear? I fear change. Change comes and goes and leaves things different than they once were. Some change is good, while some is malevolent. Change kills and creates.
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