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Saturday, June 13, 2015
Curious Cat
When you are a curious cat, you can really get into all kinds of trouble or stumble upon a gold mine.
A gold mine for me is a heap of ideas, wild, crazy and unimaginable.
A curious cat does not choose where she would poke her nose into. If you are choosy, you are not a curious one.
Curios cats play with luck. But that's how cats are like.
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