Last night going back home I saw a fox in my street. It emerged from one of the front gardens, run without haste ahead of me, then stopped, looked back as if waiting for me to come closer and then carried on going about his own business.
This morning the first living being I saw was another ginger creature. The neighbour's cat was sitting in the left hand side of the garden experiencing the near zero Celsius temperature.
A bow towards my dear brother, a passionate coin collector:
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