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Why is this cat crying? Maybe because as soon as it was drawn in the condensation of Oregon coast weekend rental cabin it was wiped away by the earnest hands of a dedicated 4-year-old. How did it know to fear this fate? It was just one in a line of many which were rapidly erased in a losing race between creation and destruction as the sea tumbled rocks smooth on the beach at the bottom of the cliff far below this window.
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