few days ago, while I came home in the car, after spending Friday, I met a deer. It was uncertain on the wall that ran along the street and looked at me: do not know whether to cross or go back to where he was popped in the bushes. I slowed down, slowed down and I stopped ... in the middle of the road, watching silently. A shiver ran down his spine.
The last time I saw a deer was evening, and the road I was traveling was another. At that time the fawn was placed in front of me. Same behavior on my part, I had slowed down, slowed down and I had stopped in the street, looking into his eyes with his eyes fixed on the headlights, blinded perhaps, and on me.
some things have happened after that, changes.
Maybe I have a fawn marking periods of change. Or maybe not.
look and it makes me sick.
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