I repeatedly tell myself ; `I'm-gonna write on the next rainy day` : well, it's raining now and I DON'T-wanna write .
Had I preference I wood* rite* about the qitten* in my lap . She came IN from OUT -- her fur mottled with GIANT rain drops ... . I went to the open window to listen : soft pitter-patter* but still moving leaves gently---ever so gently ---- I-wanna be able to write with that gentleness, the softness of luxury --- it's silk ... .
She's on my lap, curled and purring --- her qitten body a warm cuddle --- she's a puddle of Love .
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