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| I want the shapeshifting animal familiar I dreamt about to come back. Black and white, I road it as a horse until it grew tired, at which point it turned into a skinny cat like thing that wrapped around my neck and buried into my shirt. I want the animal sanctuary back, with the 20 foot long, massive, safety-orange python that came up to you with its unknowable expression - friendliness or hunger?- and the smaller freeroaming snakes there for me to scoop up and cuddle. And in the distance you can see the massive orange and white serpent as big as an oil pipeline with people using paper and crayons to take rubbings of its flank. I want the show I was watching, Redwall-esque, about courageous forest animals learning about the nature of existence, to come back. At the end of it, the Sparrow was a bespectacled geeky man in a leather hat, who was simultaneously the Hawk, his own hunter. They ran with intelligent animals and mechanical brass monkeys. They/He said when one dies, be it animal, man, or even machine, that the differences between these distinctions disappear. Everything is the same. | ||||||||||||
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