Foxes at Her Feet.

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She was loved by the Earth. For her gentle step and the kindness of her heart, for the patience in her eyes and the innocence of her trust…that all things were inherently good, that each day would dawn as perfectly as it always did, that nature would cradle her, and that if she waited long enough, the foxes would lie at her feet. © r&m/m.c.

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