[Another Guest Post - this one a 100-word birthday tribute to Hakuna by long-time admirer Rahel.]
Somewhere in eastern North America is a cat the color of mocha, chocolate, and café-au-lait. The legend goes that those who stroke her fur and hear her purr shall have good fortune.
But – it is said – this cat does not let just anyone approach. Only a lucky few may come close, extend a hand for sniffing, and then, in fear and trembling, offer her the tribute of a skritch.
The line extends eastward, over an ocean and beyond a sea, to a woman at the edge of a desert.
She gazes at the screen, into the blue eyes...
and waits.
[Happy birthday, Hakuna!]
Somewhere in eastern North America is a cat the color of mocha, chocolate, and café-au-lait. The legend goes that those who stroke her fur and hear her purr shall have good fortune.
But – it is said – this cat does not let just anyone approach. Only a lucky few may come close, extend a hand for sniffing, and then, in fear and trembling, offer her the tribute of a skritch.
The line extends eastward, over an ocean and beyond a sea, to a woman at the edge of a desert.
She gazes at the screen, into the blue eyes...
and waits.
[Happy birthday, Hakuna!]
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