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˚｡ yes. this is she. 
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a gray fox with silver eyes
purred as it pitied
the woman on the couch 
through the patched up window of her hut
so stubborn it was
as it started to slouch.
"wake up"
it so desperately thought, 
"the hot chocolate is getting cold"
it slowly drifted off to sleep in the snow
"she was a beautiful soul -
her hair like French marigold"