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Drinking cat’s milk

I had to read this passage twice: "Once I put my face against the body of our cat as she lay with her kittens, and she did not seem to mind. So I pursed my lips against that full moon, and I tasted the rich river of her body." That's Mary Oliver, and she wasn't writing fiction. It's from her 2016 essay collection Upstream. My first thought: who the hell does that? My second thought: who does it and then writes about it? Apparently, the answer is 81-year-old Pulitzer Prize-winning poets like Mary Oliver. I started reading her after Katrina Kittle's "Leap and the Net Will Appear" class (we were lucky enough to host her at the company where I work a few weeks ago -- photographic evidence below). Katrina...

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