Last night, I drove in torrential rain toward Granby, CT. It was pitch dark, and I saw an injured fox by the side of the road. I pulled over, got out of the car, and walked toward him. He was dragging himself with an injured leg. He stopped, sort of sank down, and then looked up at me.
For a moment, he sat still by the side of the road, with the woods…
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