“and if I look into the brown eyes
of deer there is no time, no feeling
except peace, which isn’t real but neither
I sometimes hope are we.”
of deer there is no time, no feeling
except peace, which isn’t real but neither
I sometimes hope are we.”
from Switching to deer time by Bob Hicok, This Clumsy Living
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