IN-BETWEEN THE CRACKS

The cat leaped to top of the tall tall wall.

Clutching the edge [end] of that ledge the cat looked down at me.

— So proud.

Was it due to the night that the cat was able to do the impossible?

When we stroll in the shadows we become ghosts ourselves.

— Shapeshifters.

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