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Tried a dub called window pane, too young. I watched tissues float in the air. Became a single dimension with pine wainscotting veined with purple and green, and a red yellow and blue navahoe blanket, the bed spread, our reflections sitting cross legged on the bed in the mirror. Wendy's face became a mosaic of purple and green, then blue. Feared I was to be irreversible. Tried cartwheels for the cure. Only cure was the long awaited sunrise. Oh yeah, your poem(s) are aces. Strangely, we just adopted a kitten. Its three weeks later, he's about 3 months old, we're in love with him. We call him Wink when not calling him Kitty. Without Wink in (my) our lives, your piece would not(for me) have so many ripples. So, Thanks.