A foxy tale
In a field of dandelions and daisies I find myself frozen in a trance,
The strong winds of this valley drift me away to a different time and place,
Maybe I’ve been here before;
I’ve walked down theses cobble streets paved with memories of my past life.
Along this path I start to sense a pair of eyes glaring at me,
When I turn to look my eyes have fixated on a bushy tail of a Fox.
This creature…
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