Maybe this search isn't broken. Maybe it's poetry.

– All categories? All of Catherine? All the cats curling at our feet while we search for meaning? Or maybe "Cate" is a person. The friend who told you about the moon flower. The one who said, "You just have to be there at midnight, no guarantees."

– The night-blooming vine that opens only after dusk, white petals trembling like ghosts. Fragrant, fleeting, gone by dawn. A flower that teaches you patience. You can't force it. You can only wait in the dark and hope.

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