Vulpes lagopus Matthew Pinkney I hate being woken up from a dream. I always catch it right in the middle of something. It’s like changing the channel to a movie two-thirds of the way through. Everything happening seems important, but I can’t figure out what any of it means. And then, as quickly as it all comes to me, it slips from my grasp. — In my dream, I am an Arctic fox, small and thickly suited in white fur. […]
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