It’s finally there, a field of green grass inhabited by critters and watched over by a man whose straw hat has long outlived itself. Stitches grabs the dirty and nearly disembodied rim of his hat and lifts it barely out of his vision, grasping for himself a better look at the colorful fox adult that bounds through his yard.
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