The dusky past articulates in the tiny white fangs of a feral white cat. Find your favorite hiding place, shift your eyes to the center, and think about the thing that makes you smile. You already know what to do, but maybe you need a hint: let it all go. The old ways are musty. Your soft center needs edges. Use your teeth to shred the past into white lace ribbons and damn it all to hell.
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Think about these things today: the color of invisible ink, the marbled meat pattern of raw cinnabar, music in the key of F, the scent of crushed cardamom pods, and the heartfelt generosity of star thistle.