How free are the dancers of the Feysong, who follow its melodies into the woods?
With broken hearts they tread the dark, to a glade of peace and beauty.
There they dance in reverie, as human forms and memories of pain fade behind.
To dance as foxes with sunlight fur.

Little art piece I did for TF Tuesday (which I guess now is a TF Thursday upload) a while back that hit harder than I expected. Stress was really getting to me during that time, and the idea of just wandering off into the woods to become a magical fox and never be seen again was almost appealing. Things are better now, but I still enjoy this piece for the escapism.

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