Out on the Beach

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Conditions were perfect, with a hurricane raging in the Bahamas, for empty conch shells to wash up in the current, onto the shore, buried in the sand.

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He was five feet away from me and did not flinch, nor was he scared in the slighest, although we were in a desolate part of the island where the deer tend to act wilder.

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I stumbled upon him trying to find the path out. I actually asked him, “Where’s the path?” “I’m on it,” he replied with his eyes. (That’s right, I talk to the deer).

 

 

 

 

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