Fragments of Thursday

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That shade of green you only see when the sun ducks below about 15° and scoots under the cloud cover to light all the trees from beneath. All the Sabin cats doing that crepuscular thing, more awake than they've been all week. Irvington Murder gathered to check in and rattle at each other, hopping from tree to tree until they find their night's perch.