A Fox's Prose
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I find myself enamored with the small space between one task and another. That brief respite where one can truly exist in the purest sense of a moment.
I write to capture the essence of it. My prose reaches to show how a second stretches further than eternity. That an emotion and scene can ingrain themselves into your very being.
This collection is built from those slivers of a gap, each piece born from a terrifying freedom. I hope that you too might discover the eternity hidden inside a single, breathless pause.
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