A doe strains to lick the flies…

Dave Bonta June 4, 2010

A doe strains to lick the flies from the part of her back her tail can’t sweep, black riders unshaken by the endless tremors in her fur.

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The Morning Porch

Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow

A doe strains to lick the flies…