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Bast Mother Bast I feel your smooth fur nestled against my back as I lean into your body cozy and soft you lull... my mind to dreams of full belly and warm milk your rough tongue cleans the worn spots of my soul making them new again and I feel your breath filling the spaces between the ideas I once held in my hands like china they break until nothing is left but you and I am floating somewhere held up by your purring sound is all I hear then my own fur grows where pale skin was once before time flowing into one my ears now pointed and I can hear the song the stars are singing we yowl with delight... together I lick your fur we dance surrounded by the light of mystery into the darkness and beyond I struggle to hang on but we fall into the limitless void where Goddesses and space are without time and you teach me the words to all the songs that will ever be sung and we sing them all with no mistakes and write new words as we are singing the joy is unbearable and I tumble back into the world where you are divine cat and I am but your humble servant who brings you hand-woven blankets to lie on
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