I picked strawberries today. I picked wild raspberries today. And blackcurrant that was just ripe, just so. I got to hang with Piaf and Oscar and Sylvester. I got to pet fur as soft as cotton, as shiny as velvet and I was stared down by three pairs of yellow-shaded eyes. I was on the floor for parts of the day. I was surrounded by tails for parts of the day. All was sleekness and smoothness and elegance. All was gentle paws over wooden floors, a chase for shrimp and silent movements across large distances. And all was grace. Forever grace.
Beethoven – Symphony No 6 In F Op. 68 Pastoral Part 5
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