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Wednesday |
| I think I figured out why Miso sleeps so much. It's like she's a spring being slowly wound up. I watched her this evening lying Sphinx-like in the grass, merely observing. Suddenly she sprang straight up, fully extended twisting 180 mid-air. She stuck her landing and came to me with a gift gently clenched between sharp teeth. I just barely touched her cheek and she released the curled-up dragonfly. It straightened out and zipped off unharmed. Miso yawned. |
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