A foxy Tale

Once upon a land of time and snow two dreams were murdered. If dreams are trees.  Barren pines.  Time a conception with what to dance through the unconsciousness. Snow a dance in the opposite.  And so awoke their Christmas tree hunt.

A starchild, her husband and her mother erased the mystery. Or was it her father and grandmother? The star was falling.  They could have touched the sky, instead they turned to time dancing with itself.


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