Alone in this world, yet still clinging onto the tiny thread of connection left from my sudden upbringing. Times are hard. It's been worse.
Since I'm alone, I found it necessary to live where I am not. The residence that I've made home is close to town. Every day I see a fiery orange cat streak past the entrance to my safehaven. The white in his fur looks like the flash of lightning. I think I smell rain on the air...
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