I dreamt of hunting a fox who was actually a woman. She didn’t seem to mind being hunted and no one apart from me noticed that it wasn’t a fox we were hunting even though she had a pink scarf tied around her hair. When I woke up I had foxes and women in my head - The Cunning Little Vixen, a foxy lady, una zorra, Lady into Fox. The last I thought it was something written by Chekov but then found it was written by David Garnett. I have never read it but must have heard of it somewhere. She looks very beautiful with her skin very white and the pink and orange clashing so exquisitely.
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