If I get to the woods before 7 a.m, I’ll be sure to see groups of deer, grazing as the sun rises. When they see me, they suddenly freeze, transfixed, alert and staring. Then, they glide silently back into the trees and disappear from sight. Today I saw something different: a snow white deer surrounded by the usual brown ones. It was a magical moment, making me think of the white stag in the Narnia stories, rumoured to be Aslan in disguise.
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