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Eventually, the mother hare’s leverets melted into the landscape and stopped returning. If they lingered nearby, I could not tell, since there was no sure way of identifying them at a distance, even if at times I thought I recognised one or the other of them from a familiar stance or a certain cock of the ear.
Raising Hare: A Memoir
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