what if all the stars are just an illusion and the truth lies somewhere between here and china i guess we better find something else to wish on and start digging
Those aren't stars. They are the eyes of cats, laid shoulder-to-shoulder, whisker-to-whisker, slender feline torso -to- fat cat pile, creating the boundaries of known space.
Wishing is hopeless. Just throw up a mouse to the heavens and aim for anything but the black ones.
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Those aren't stars. They are the eyes of cats, laid shoulder-to-shoulder, whisker-to-whisker, slender feline torso -to- fat cat pile, creating the boundaries of known space.
Wishing is hopeless. Just throw up a mouse to the heavens and aim for anything but the black ones.
maat you sure do have a way with words... especially when it comes to cats.
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