The Reflections of a Snow Fox (bushi_no_nasake) wrote,
The Reflections of a Snow Fox

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Soaking the edges
Dew washes my hakama
With the scent of dawn

Still carrying the chill of night, the flat garden stones were refreshingly cool beneath my bare feet, just beginning to thaw in the soft morning light. The air was rich and clean, as if it had never before been breathed by another creature. Animals stirred within the woods, their movements tranquil and precise as they sifted through fallen leaves, seeking out the shoots of summer’s new growth. Deep green grasses, yet untouched by sun, gently washed my feet with each step I took towards the forests serene edge.
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