A Roaming Thought

I walk around this neighborhood of foreign familiarity soaking in the sights of my new home; on my way back I approach an orange cat lying like an elegant Sphinx in front of the door, guarding the house, sizing me up, slowly blinking, assessing, deciding and moving aside to let me pass as I step forward.

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