The Sunday Whirl

Did I hear a voice or was it only in my mind? My body quivered at the sight of the deer leaping through the before serene air, my face relaxed, previously numb to any disturbances. The sound of a twig breaking was the start and suddenly as if through a halo of sunlight, the deer stood before me and hesitated. I sighed, and realized the report of killing a beautiful animal would not be on my diary page today. I raised my arms and shouted “run!” and the deer obeyed.

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