The Morning Porch

April 14, 2015 by Dave Bonta

Rainy and warm. Seven deer file into the yard and spread out to graze. One kicks up her heels and dances sideways, as if she’s still a fawn.

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gordon painter

April 14, 2015 at 9:25 am

That sure does bring back old memories Dave! TYVM, Gordy

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