I followed it: a trail that cut down into a ravine carved by runoff, now dry, now empty. All summer the deer would weep down the steep banks to drink from the tangles of drift and to nuzzle the necks of other deer….
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I followed it: a trail that cut down into a ravine carved by runoff, now dry, now empty. All summer the deer would weep down the steep banks to drink from the tangles of drift and to nuzzle the necks of other deer….