Sighting of the Vine Deer
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It was spring. A deer with blossoms blooming from its antlers stared at me. For a moment, the whole forest seemed to hold its breath. When I reached out, it quietly turned away and walked off.
It was spring. A deer with blossoms blooming from its antlers stared at me. For a moment, the whole forest seemed to hold its breath. When I reached out, it quietly turned away and walked off.
