The pair looked up at me for a moment and as with the deer I expected them to bound off into the forest. They didn’t. They just kept looking at me.
Then I figured it out. This was the place. The site out of Western legend. Enshrined in the song. Where the buffalo roam. Where seldom was heard a discouraging word (or anything else for that matter).
Where the deer and the antelope play.
I wanted to play too. So much. But I didn’t. I stayed on the path.
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