TOM CLARK: R. H. Blyth: The Voice of the Deer

TOM CLARK: R. H. Blyth: The Voice of the Deer.

Once sat in a pine woods with a deer as it was dying. Its antlers made the pine branch above its head quiver. We all sat there in the sunlight, shivering. Then I left it to its autumn journey. ~ yours truly, df

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