Deer in the Yard

May 3, 2018
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I saw a deer in my yard.
Actually, a doe, white-tailed.
She peered back at me and blinked slowly, trusting.
Her body turned towards me to reveal a gash on her hip. she was afraid, but not of me.

I closed my curtains and slipped out the front door, only to find her gone. Would there still be footprints in the mud? I could not bring myself to check.

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