A new day dawns. It is a typical autumnal morning, still, quiet, damp, and cool. The Acers are glowing like blowtorches at the bottom of the garden... but it is transient. A few more days and the leaves will finally release their slender grip and carpet the ground from which they came.
The Silver Vixen is off to a sewing event for the day. She has to pick up a friend en route as said friend has hurt her back and would not otherwise be able to attend.
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