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I watch the cars pass me by, the road stretching out forever in either direction. Across the road from me there is wild expanses, and I know that there are more at my back. The wind caresses my old skin, my tattered dress, and whispers lovingly in my ear. I face the street before me, never once turning away, awed, always awed, by the beautiful expanse before me. Sometimes I get visitors. My favorite visitor—and here she comes now, as the sun begins to set—is the pretty little tabby cat. I took her under my wing when she was just an abandoned kitten, along with her five siblings, but she is the only one that stayed. She has no name,