From silken ears to clever hands and eyes of heaven-spun black, the little brown mouse is her own work of art.
The browns of the little mouse were every hue from sun warmed summer soils to rain quenched earth.
The little mouse was so at home in the clover and wands of grass, her heart beating at a steady rate and her eyes shining black in the light of a new day.
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