George dreaming, December 2015

George curled, ginger flank rising and falling. The legs twitch. Whatever he hunts in his sleep is, by his lights, on the run.

George curled, ginger flank rising and falling. The legs twitch. Whatever he hunts in his sleep is, by his lights, on the run.

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