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I walk out the back door and see a doe rise from bluegrass as two bucks follow her into the timber, she looks back and flags her tail at the sound of of my breath.
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
Through the eyes of a 88 year-old woman: Deer and Crow
I walk out the back door and see a doe rise from bluegrass as two bucks follow her into the timber, she looks back and flags her tail at the sound of of my breath.
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
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