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May 2018
This time I was travelling through a forest in the middle of the night . I was not alone, and it weren't just the two of us, even though that had been the plan originally. The moment I wanted to enter the forest with my companion, she awaited us. A cat looked up at us, with a 'there you finally are'-look and ran ahead. She had planned it all out. We were led to an open field in the midst of all the rustling greenery. There we laid down and looked up and saw the stars move and shivered. Our protector came running at us every once in a while, then again she returned to the basks of the dark trees. I grew more sure every time I saw her this cat was not a cat. On that field we shivered of the cold and of each other until past three in the morning.
eight nights (part 4)
Camilla Peeters
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Camilla Peeters  20/F
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