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Up at the top of the acre where the overflow stand- pipe comes up out of the grass, there's so much running water that reeds and rushes have taken over and choked up the land In the evening looking up to the window as I wash I see a family of roe deer, down from the woods in among the reeds In the morning they're still grazing there quietly as if nothing’s changed
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
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Up at the top of the acre where the overflow stand- pipe comes up out of the grass, there's so much running water that reeds and rushes have taken over and choked up the land In the evening looking up to the window as I wash I see a family of roe deer, down from the woods in among the reeds In the morning they're still grazing there quietly as if nothing’s changed
maxim-gorky
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
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