Foxes come with light soles upon the earthen track, their eyes aflame and tales flowing, ever at home in the starlit black.
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.
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