It is quiet, I heard you go
down to the stairs again, is it to
dark in your basement to see me?
I am her not a lampost, you crashed into me
as you ran up your basement stairs.
The Fox
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Dear Poet,
Today, you woke with plan you were going to befriend a fox. I listened as
you spoke about how you would follow it's track trough the forest a...
2 comments:
hi I was wondering if you took the images in your blog.
they are very good
Yes, that one in particular was taken in New Mexico
and thank you
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