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Jun 2018
we sat together chatting in the garden

i had mended the parasol with string

she wondered why people could not all

live together

happily



around the world



i had no answer here



the sun was hot & i could feel my face

burning



i told her that my cat hissed at the wild things

even when they were submissive



ah she said

it is because they are on her territory



ah!



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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       L B, Traveler, --- and chimaera
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