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on a warm summer afternoon in the heat hazed countryside, on a dusty brick wall that has been slowly sinking back into the earth over the years since it has been built, like a grandmother settling more comfortably in her chair, lounges the metallic citycat in the dappled shade. the sun, the trees, the summer sky are all reflected and refracted on her chrome sides, seemingly a modern version of plato's cave. citycat contentedly but carefully arches her back (a little care must be taken when stretching on top of a crumbling wall, even for a citycat) and then she settles back to continue her favourite pastime of this afternoon, simply watching the two fynned.fishes drifting dreamily around the pond below weaving in and out of green leafy weeds and sailing around submerged logs. the fynned.fishes open and close their mouths, communicating with each other in their own secret language of gracefully formed bubbles that float slowly to the roof of their world. citycat knows if she listens carefully when the bubbles break on the surface of the pond she can hear the ribbons of their poetry emerging from the depths like sacred incense smoke coiling from an altar to the gods.
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