Critique

While we were eating dinner, a fox came in through the kitchen and stood in the hall. I think it must have been looking at my nine-tailed fox spirit picture, but Katharine shooed it out before it could give a detailed opinion.

(The picture is actually one that looked in through the sliding doors several years ago. Probably Grandad to the current one.)


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