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Past the hedge where the fox lies. Six months ago, he was freshly dead. His paws soft and plump, his hind legs still golden curves of muscle. He looked as if he was taking a nap. Now, the body has withered, the fur receded, a gap of dried-out…
Michelle Scorziello
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