Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, — Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
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Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, the slight initial tug of an undertow.

— Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
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