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You were always with me, like a light from inside
A coyote crossed my path as I came home tonight from a ferocious amount of pre-Hanukkah shopping and cleaning with my parents. I don't know that I had ever seen one suburban-wild before. It had a low-slung back, a dark-tipped brush of a tail, its neat-trotting feet like a cat's in the headlights. It disappeared down a side street.
I think the solstice coyote is a good omen. A trickster at the door of the year. We make our own light, but it never hurts to have someone on your side who can steal it.
I think the solstice coyote is a good omen. A trickster at the door of the year. We make our own light, but it never hurts to have someone on your side who can steal it.
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Words to live by.
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