A young fox. Drawing Luke Hockley.
This morning a young fox walked along the verandah and stopped and looked at us having a cup of tea.
It was beautiful.
Unusual.
I was momentarily stripped of the human condition of self-awareness.
Calm.
Quiet.
Alert.
Alive.
An animal seeing and being seen by another animal.
Love
Luke
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