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Sep 2018
Sleeping well
Loneliness is a warm quilt
to wrap in
to dream of little things
purring
They will outlive me
but cannot fill me

Time has outrun me
on its way
into the lives of others
and their companions

...their sunsets over ocean
their candlelight
their whispers
their tender touching

I don't know how it happened
but like the moon wrapped
in her sparkling quilt of dark

loneliness became
me....
I dreamt about getting several more kittens--lovely little, pain-in-the-*** creatures.  I didn't get them.  Not a "crazy cat lady."  Still have my old, toothless Hannah.  Maybe another one someday.
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