Today is my birthday. 
Last night I ruminated on 16, and I could hear the foxes bark and the big clock downstairs whirr, and all I could think was that, in the life of a fox, wondering about the future is probably not a prime concern. 
So instead of wondering I decided to grow the fur of a fox and smell the spring in the air.
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