I was walking in early twilight, feeling sort of rotten, when my eyes caught something and I turned. A kit fox, soft reddish gray with black feet, sat on its hind legs near the edge of a rusty steel culvert pipe. Pert and wide-eyed, it stared at me. I stared at it. Stopped, I was.
We watched each other like that for a small eternity, eye to eye, creature…
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