Stroking the cat on the stairs to the garden. The stairs go to sleep. Nothing matters: The dirt is here the air is here the leaves are here the cat is here, the hand. The world is air. The world drifts. The stairs go to sleep. Nothing matters. The air is asleep, the world is asleep, is warm, is fur is content.

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