Thursday, June 24, 2010

A sighting

n.  The fox that runs past the window will not be what you expected.

2 comments:

  1. How I wish I was looking out the window. Maybe this is a reincarnated family of the fox I buried in our backyard.

    Thinking of you

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  2. It never is but somehow we forget that so easily. And yet life reminds us.

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