You must not go to the wood at night

The fence sags


The fence


 


The gate keeps nothing out and nothing in


The gate


 


A bone tree, a fence of spikes, a shack


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And you wait, at the edge of the place where the fox sleeps


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Published on November 16, 2014 03:47
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message 1: by Dianne (new)

Dianne The fox sleeps in the abandoned chicken coop, breathing in the scent of meals long ago devoured.

Such magic imagery of the hovels!


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