Once more the quiet mystery is present...
-My Cica
And as I was saying, a good solid dose of kitty. So, so if ever I lose my mind or memory you will visit me in the form of something warm and furry and I will remember that I am loved as you sink your cute little fangs into my nose!
All my love and kisses going North, aye!Even when my soul breathes out arctic chill.
Ever your incorrigible, impossible, impetuous...contrite, chastened and meek little,
Indigo
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