VESTIGE Turning off on cue, the refrigerator opens a home to the silence of outdoor night where, alert to any change, mother racoon looks up, listening intently... the house is still but for slow, soft breathing. Later it's road kill, but tonight the neighborhood of tied-up dogs and respectful cats belongs to her.

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