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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related
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