Special thanks to the following people:
>Ryan K
>Ryan M
>SavantGuarde
>Erika
>A Smiling Face
>7oomer
>/hmofa/
>(you), the reader
Without those people Foxing would not be a reality; more a dream trapped within a dream, one that would never come to fruition.
I leave you all with a stanza of a poem by Alan Seeger, one of the great poets of the first world war, whose architecture, technologies, fashions, attitudes, and more, helped inspire Foxing.
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
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