Tall trees encircle me. Sunlight filters in through a canopy of leaves. Am I lost? No, I know these woods. A bird sings from a branch overhead.
I approach slowly, trying not to be perceived as a threat.
The fawn is free.
Her mother steps into the clearing and together they disappear into the safety of the woods.
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