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With the May Rebirth in swing, yes, new thoughts have emerged.
Madame Miriam Mooncat looks like her picture, only much smoother and occasionally differently-coloured. Possibly Siamese, some days. It suits her style.
Decadent Nightfalling is silk, lots of silk, veils falling. There's still a lot of descent there (and, occasionally, dissent) but it's a very soft, enveloping presence compared to the crashing Daytripper satellite falling haphazardly through the atmosphere coughing out bursts of confetti. |
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