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If I Hold Myself in Multiplicities then Maybe the Cat will Live Eternally

OCD Crow had many rituals as a child to survive her own mind. She continues to nurture parameters, court assemblages, woo rhythms. This one little dirty mirror in an old compact sketches around certain flexing shapes of her momentary face. And then the cat enters the frame & they are duo, hopeful, trying to fit in a small patch of light & feel calm.