Red foxes come creeping round my hiding place. The tree of life is out of reach, I can no longer protect it. The air glows in jewel-like tones of blue and gold and violet.
Foxes and ducks. My dreams are vivid and full of life. I fly across the houses. My arms are wings.
Welcome. This is a safety haven for my writing. No matter how long it is between entries, there will only be myself to please. And it will always be here for me.
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