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A blanket of snow A mouse runs across The fox stalks forward, More sure of itself. The mouse scurries, The fox chases, The moon sits idly.
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:27 PM UTC
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A blanket of snow A mouse runs across The fox stalks forward, More sure of itself. The mouse scurries, The fox chases, The moon sits idly.
KodaNakahara
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:27 PM UTC
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