March 21, 2019 Waiting It’s grey. Blank and brooding. On the ridge a buck stands still and alert until I have passed. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related
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