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Friday, May 10, 2002 |
Snack purrs each and everytime he jumps up on the butler pantry to eat, like grace in cat. I'll never forget Snack right after he got run over by the car, bloody, wet and hypothermic, but purring as soon as he got inside a warm, dry towel. That cat lives in a perpetual state of grace, always aware, always grateful, for each moment of being.
1:08:05 AM 
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© Copyright 2002 Ben Jones.
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