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    The Fading of the Day
    The Fading of the Day
    The Fading of the Day
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    The Fading of the Day

    By Cat Webling

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    A contemplation of the future, the present, the past, and the ghosts that haunt us all in the strangest of times, this collection of poetry is for those of us that dream about the morning in the fading of the day. Featuring reflections that look unflinchingly on the uncomfortable present, these poems are less of an escape from reality, and more of a coming to terms and making peace with it.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCat Webling
    Release dateNov 9, 2021
    ISBN9798201967819
    The Fading of the Day
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    Cat Webling

    Cat Webling is an actress and author based in Kansas. She started writing professionally in 2018 when she published her first novel, Artificial Intelligence. Since then, she has released several poetry collections, two short story collections, and a wide variety of articles and blog posts on her website. She continues to write from her home, which she shares with her loving partner, adorable son, a very small lion, and a one-eyed wonder cat.

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