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21 May 2012

to be with animals

We saw this animal yesterday in our neighborhood. Also wolves and wolverines. Deer. Rabbit. Antelope. All dead but living, with paintings of their habitat, cased specimens of their poop, poetry by Jean De La Fontaine. Below, near the floorboards of the museum, pretend-mouseholes and cat boxes, and above, bird cages. Press a button: birdsong. And on one wall, a talking boar.
Photo: Polar Bear, 
Musee de la Chasse et de la Nature, Paris


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