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I'm looking out the window as I write. An overwhelming green of the world is contrasted with sunlight filtering through our yard. Everything is framed by the window itself, a narrowing field of vision. I move my head to change the view. Our fence seems to shift, but it is mere illusion. Then there is a squirrel, balanced and calm, sitting on a post of the fence and centered into what I am seeing -- this grey creature on our grey fence surrounded by tree green and sun gold. #smallstories