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I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
A man shot two arrows at its center and missed both times, but using a sword swung once at its center and hit it twice.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?