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From the Publisher
"The great white eye of the moon looks into the forest. What can it see?
A red fox running through a blue forest . . .
An owl gliding between shadows. A warm breeze ruffling fur; a hunter's nose, sniffing the sweet night air. Something stirring, a rat scuttling.
An owl fading into darkness clutching its prey."
— from the book