Out for your
Morning stroll
All alone-
Enchanting
Dark golden eyes
Reddish-brown skin
Looked like velvet
Is it soft? I wondered.
Didn’t mean
To frighten
Cause you
To stop frozen
In your tracks
We froze, too
Hoping for
A closer look
Waiting
As your slow
Cautious steps
Sped back into
A gentle gallop-
A doe, a dancer
Gracefully
Frolicking
Along the forest floor-
Hoping our paths cross again…
Piano Girl 
Six or seven does / fawns meandered back and forth across our back lot most of the afternoon, munching and enjoying the early-summer sunshiney breeze, just like the guy sitting on the deck watching them and counting his blessings.
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Same here…counting our blessings. 😊💛
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I just wrote about counting our blessings. On Sunday, I didn’t feel too well. I missed your Simply Sunday. I love locking gazes with deer. Your words are so beautiful and descriptive! Love and hugs, Kelley, 💛
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Hope you’re feeling better. Sending love and hugs.
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Thank you, Kelley. Today was filled with magic and more energy. I’m so thankful for every good moment. I feel the love and support! Thank you 🥰
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I’m so glad! You’re welcome! 💛
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