The Last Sunset By Grace Brouwer I lay against the soft cushioning of my oversized bed. I stoke the soft velvety fur of my cat as it purrs quietly on my lap. It's golden fur like strings of si

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The Last Sunset By Grace Brouwer I lay against the soft cushioning of my oversized bed. I stoke the soft velvety fur of my cat as it purrs quietly on my lap. It's golden fur like strings of si

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