Narrow in flight,
the fox sails through the night.
Soundless and sleek
who knows what he seeks:
a mouse,
or a den
safe from rain and wind?
Who knows where he goes:
just here
or far there?
The fox sails through my lights
and out of sight.
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The embroidered strip of felt and the accordion book of my flower photos to be continued during week 4, making it easy to grab 5 minutes a d... -
Assignment (or The Student's Lament) Use each of your spelling words in a sentence. I can't think of a sentence for hope . Use ea...
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