He is in love with the land that is always over the next hill and the next, with the bird that is never, Caught, with the room beyond the looking glass. He likes the half-hid,...
—A.S.J. Tessimond
Cats, no less liquid than their shadows,Offer no angles to the wind.They slip, diminished, neat, through loopholesLess than themselves.
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