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Foxes come as the most romantic of browns, kissed so strawberry-cream.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 12, 2021.
In a tuxedo of hearth-spun browns, comes the fox to his nightly stage.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 12, 2021.
Foxes flow upon the twilight hills as if they are the high arc of a rustic rainbow. For they are soft and bright - brown, gold and red - ready to embrace the black heavens of night.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 12, 2021.
Foxes come with light soles upon the earthen track, their eyes aflame and tales flowing, ever at home in the starlit black.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 12, 2021.