Wednesday, November 26, 2014

A domestic fox--one I could take for walks in the snow. I dream of this. Once, a baby fox approached me in the woods. It was summertime in Saratoga Springs, and I knew my encounter was good luck, if not love. At dinner, someone official stood up and warned the artists, 'Beware of the rabid fox in the woods. It's crazy.'

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