I wake at half past three, unsure whether to lie still and listen to the sounds of the outside world beginning to rouse, or get up, drink a mug of tea and go for a walk. I choose the latter. The tea steams while I pull on some warm clothes and boots. I take several […]
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My Feline Muse
I did not choose my muse, the god Bastet owned me; I fell for the sunrise in her eyes, her tamed ferocity, soft fur, and her full throttle purr. She favours my chest and hip as the spots on which she sleeps, riding the waves of dreams with me, kneading us into shape, a comforting […]
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