a fox crawled into a desert yard with frazzled fur and a broken nose. looking for a spring or drop of snow, he dragged along his splintered hope.
across dunes of sand and the valley of despair, he marched along and sunk his sins into there: in the sand, heβd tally: broken dreams and streams out of reach, and every day his tail drug heaviness behind his paws, but he marched on and on and on