Our resident fox, who makes herself known by her ocassional repeated hoarse yelp, lives in a den made of blackberry brambles. I often wonder about the extent of her tunneled network, yet the mysteriousness of it all (I've only seen her once or twice in these four years) is rather enchanting.
I'm still slowly working on the new work. As of yet, it's mostly non-visual work, but I will share when there is something picture-worthy.
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