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A poet had a cat. / There is nothing odd in that— / (I might make a little pun about the Mews!) / But what is really more / Remarkable, she wore / A pair of pointed patent-leather shoes./ And I doubt me greatly whether / E'er you heard the like of that: / Pointed shoes of patent-leather / On a cat!
Guy Wetmore Carryl. 1873–1904. How a Cat Was Annoyed and a Poet Was Booted

Between the dhows of Sur and the turtles of Ras al Hadd, built over a bank of fossilised shells, looking out to sea and scribbled over

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