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Isobelle Autumn Fox

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Raising Moths and Butterflies

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Dragonflies and Damselflies

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Flowers

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Fungus

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Nature Photography, General

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Astrophotography

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Landscapes

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Skies and Weather

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Literature

From A Secret Place, pt. 8

When at last Jubee stumbled out of the forest and back into the Temple’s clearing, her path determined almost entirely by blind instinct, her feet were a painful, bloody mess, and her face was transfigured by dirt and tears. Barely able to cross the last few feet to the door, her vision was so blurred that the candlelight within seemed to her an ethereal fire sent to consume the world. When, upon the steps, she lost her footing and fell, the arms which caught her, lifted her, and carried her inside seemed sent from a fever dream, the barely recognizable face before her like that of a disfigured angel. I’m still dreaming, she thou

From A Secret Place

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Black Wings

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Literature

Moon Drop, Pt. 2

Faeries are mysterious and magikal beings, and they come into the world by mysterious and magikal means, often at once possessed of both instinct and intelligence. They are also often born alone, and so it is that they are properly endowed for survival. The little water-faerie that was born on the night of the storm was no exception. Instantly and keenly aware, she looked at the world around her, and, at first, she was very afraid. It was all so big and so dark. On all sides the shadowy trees loomed, their massive bulks gnarled and grotesque, the spaces between them black and mysterious. In fact, the only thing that did not frighten her was

Moon Drop

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Literature

L. L. t. a Musician pt. 2

Outside the air is crisp with the first shy kiss of winter, but, save for the bittersweet longing which you have stirred in my heart, I am both warm and content. Alone tonight, I am reading your letter by candlelight. Creased, wrinkled, and smudged, stains of tears like tiny constellations on its surface, it is only a careworn piece of paper. Yet I think there is but one thing more precious to me in all the world - and that the impassioned heart which wrote the words upon it. I hear your voice as I read them, as if you were with me even now. I can hear it as clearly as I can hear the notes of the Cavatina - just as you played it for me so l

LLtaM

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Literature

The Fox Diary, Pt. 10

'Earth beneath my feet, running Electric fire courses through my veins Ancient silence briefly broken, Fallen leaves, stirred from sleep, Whisper in my wake' - Fiery Winter Before me, in the crystallized darkness, between the heartbeats of day and night, there glow the footsteps of my guide. I see them now only as faint streaks, appearing and then disappearing in my wake. Though the air is still here upon the floor of the forest, it now whips past my ears and through my fur like a gale. I am running faster than I have ever run before, for, though I am utterly lost, I am yet certain of the way. I feel no fear; I feel no exhiliration. Th

The Fox Diary

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Assorted Writings

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Literature

Beneath the Stars

In the exodus of darkness Before the march of dawn Before the flowers open Soft, and yellow, in the sun Gentle, like a storm, Like a kiss so long and warm All that had eluded me Fell into my arms And it's true that I believed then That I knew everything That I finally understood And I was dancing Alone and calm and quiet (Everything will be all right) I was fearless There were angels at my side (Everything will be all right) My heart was full I was laughing as I cried (Everything will be all right) And through my tears, I saw the truth Beneath the stars that night All creation burned away Li

Poetry and Lyrics

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Moon Drop, Pt. 2 by isobellefox, literature

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Moon Drop, Pt. 2

Moon Drop, Part 8 - The End by isobellefox, literature

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Moon Drop, Part 8 - The End

As the sky began to lighten on the fourth night of the water-faerie's life, she and her and new companion, the fox, set out to find a suitable place for the both of them to rest. It did not take long, for nestled in the dark, hidden vaults of the cyclopean forest, there were still many places where the rain had gathered and had yet been sheltered enough from the light of the sun to avoid its evaporative powers. When Moon-Drop was at last cradled in the comfort of a tiny depression in the earth, her aching body cooled and caressed by the murky water within it, the fox curled up before her, resting his head on his great, bushy tail, and looked

Moon Drop, Part 7 by isobellefox, literature

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Moon Drop, Part 7

Stepping closer, that which had been nothing more than a pair of ghostly eyes slowly coalesced into a looming black shadow. Now the water-faerie could see something of its shape, but still could not identify the creature. The little water-faerie was too stunned to speak, and for a moment there was silence between them, but at last it was broken by that gentle voice again. "It was not my intention to startle you. I did not think you would know that I followed, nor suspect that you would be so frightened. Are you injured?" Still voiceless, the little water-faerie managed only to shake her head. She could see the distorted reflection of her o

Moon Drop, Part 6 by isobellefox, literature

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Moon Drop, Part 6

When the little water-faery opened her eyes on the following night, the first thing she saw was the light of the fireflies, for they had gathered all about the leaf in which she rested and were hovering silently, watching her as she slept. She laughed to see them so, their childish curiosity disarming even for one as innocent as she, and shrugging off her weariness as best she could (for on that night it assailed her with instant and renewed insistence) she flitted into their midst. For a short while she allowed herself to dance and sang with them the improvised and wordless songs of joy which they know so well, relishing their company even

Moon Drop, Part 5 by isobellefox, literature

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Moon Drop, Part 5

At some point in her perilous flight from the beast, the water-faerie regained her composure and slowed her pace. Her previous exhaustion, though pushed aside by her panic, now came back to her three-fold, and her heart fluttered in her chest as she desperately sought some place to take shelter. When at last she came into a clearing much smaller than the one in which she had been born, she could see that the sky was changing its hues subtley and knew that this meant that the dawn could not be far away, and the sun with it. On the far edge of the same clearing, with great relief, the little water-faerie discovered a clump of tall leafless pla

Moon Drop, Pt. 4 by isobellefox, literature

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Moon Drop, Pt. 4

When the little water-faerie awoke, she could not at first see the puddle, for her view of it was obscured by the leaves under which she hid. Because she was afraid that what she would see would serve to confirm all that the elder wind-faerie had told her, she hesitated for a moment before she came forth from that protective shade. But, alas, she had to know, and so, shaking off her slumber, she stretched, yawned, and, steeling herself against her doubts, she fluttered her wings and rose from the earth. As the clearing came into sight, it seemed at first as if nothing at all had changed. Indeed, the great grey stone still brooded at its hea

Moon Drop, Pt. 3 by isobellefox, literature

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Moon Drop, Pt. 3

Alone again, the little Undine flitted back down through the lower branches and returned to the pool where the moon's reflection floated placidly, oblivious to her absence, oblivious to her return. Perching upon the edge of the gray stone where the puddle had gathered, she rested her head in her hands and cried. She was terribly afraid now, for she had only just been born into a world that was a mystery to her, a world full of things she did not know and could not understand. But the water-faerie's spirit was aflame with the passion for which her kind are known, and when her tears were finally spent, she lifted her face from her hands and

Moon Drop, Pt. 1 by isobellefox, literature

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Moon Drop, Pt. 1

Early on the night that the water-faerie was born there was a brief but heavy rain. It fell, cold and clear, from clouds that drifted slowly out of the East, grazing the tree tops as they went. Each and every leaf and limb of the forest was bathed by this deluge, and below, in places where the canopy thinned or opened, the rainwater collected in the cups of night-blooming flowers, in the upturned bowls of iridescent mushrooms, and, indeed, in any concavity which would hold it. In the heart of one small clearing, there sat an ancient lichen-encrusted stone. In its upper surface there was just such a depression. It was here that the water-fa