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January 16, 2012

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Kristen

When my daughter was suffering (far from home in so many ways) in a tent in Wales a few years back, late one night, an animal came to her tent and bedded down there, its back directly against her head through the tend fabric. She was immediately comforted. It was a fox. A little fox who did this for - two nights? And never again. But she had been given enough.

A cardinal is not a fox. But it's red.

I'd take it, if it were ever offered to me.

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