Finding Faith in an Empty Meadow

Finding Faith in an Empty Meadow

Standing perfectly still in the dewy meadow was a majestic deer.

His large, velvety eyes blinked as his ears moved back and forth.  His breath hung above his head in tiny clouds.  He was beautiful and perfect, but most of all, he was there for our eyes to see.

"Deer", I barely whispered, scared I would make a sound and awake from a dream.  We seemed to all fall together against the window, pressing our hands against the cool panes. We watched him in silence until he turned toward the forest. He took a few powerful bounds, and was gone.

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