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6/23/2025, 11:42:31 PM
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Picture a tall, dark figure, surrounded by cornfields . . .
NO, YOU CAN’T RIDE A CAT. WHO EVER HEARD OF THE DEATH OF RATS RIDING A CAT? THE DEATH OF RATS WOULD RIDE SOME KIND OF DOG.
Picture more fields, a great horizon-spanning network of fields, rolling in gentle waves . . .
DON’T ASK ME I DON’T KNOW. SOME KIND OF TERRIER, MAYBE.
. . . fields of corn, alive, whispering in the breeze . . .
RIGHT, AND THE DEATH OF FLEAS CAN RIDE IT TOO. THAT WAY YOU KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE.
. . . . awaiting the clockwork of the seasons.
METAPHORICALLY.
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And at the end of all stories Azrael, who knew the secret, thought: I REMEMBER WHEN ALL THIS WILL BE AGAIN.
Picture a tall, dark figure, surrounded by cornfields . . .
NO, YOU CAN’T RIDE A CAT. WHO EVER HEARD OF THE DEATH OF RATS RIDING A CAT? THE DEATH OF RATS WOULD RIDE SOME KIND OF DOG.
Picture more fields, a great horizon-spanning network of fields, rolling in gentle waves . . .
DON’T ASK ME I DON’T KNOW. SOME KIND OF TERRIER, MAYBE.
. . . fields of corn, alive, whispering in the breeze . . .
RIGHT, AND THE DEATH OF FLEAS CAN RIDE IT TOO. THAT WAY YOU KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE.
. . . . awaiting the clockwork of the seasons.
METAPHORICALLY.
--
And at the end of all stories Azrael, who knew the secret, thought: I REMEMBER WHEN ALL THIS WILL BE AGAIN.
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