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The old ****** slowly digs holes plowing with precision he places acorns under peony bushes behind the old windmill, each day he wearily climbs the den  tree curling into his nest as the neighborhood tomcat watches.
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Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
Winter and Tom close in
The old ****** slowly digs holes plowing with precision he places acorns under peony bushes behind the old windmill, each day he wearily climbs the den  tree curling into his nest as the neighborhood tomcat watches.
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Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
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