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I like cats
Especially my cat Sonya
One warm evening, she sat on the porch of her tiny rented atelier, which served as her home and the hiding place of the most cherished dreams. The air smelled of thunderstorms and leaves. She didn’t want to sleep. It still hurt. She was getting used to the thought that now she leaves alone. A cat was sitting on a tree. Her pitch-black fur glistened in the moonlight. It was a friendship without strings attached. The black cat came to the girl through the open window every evening. They shared a modest dinner. Then the girl painted, and the cat carefully followed every movement of her brush. They were both free. They belonged to no one. So they survived this cold winter.
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