Let us go now into the forest.
Trees will by your face,
and I will stop and offer you to them,
but they cannot bend down.
The night watches over its creatures,
except for the pine trees that never change:
the old wounded springs that spring
blessed gum, eternal afternoons.
If they could, the trees would lift you
and carry you from valley to valley,
and you would from arm to arm,
a child running
from father to father.
by Gabriela Mistral
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Shy, alert and adorable. Deers are truly a magnificent creature. So Sylvia is a cross of dear and human. Raise in the forest and will die in the forest, just how it is meant to be for her.
Unless things change.

Comments (1)
Beautiful, I love it. Simple, yet deep.
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