Journey

She was

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Last week a little doe came out of the Wood to meet me.

“She was anything but prudent”, I thought, remembering Jane Austin.

She comes towards me without fear while my old Labrador, Will, was at ease seeing her getting closer.

She kept looking at me and I knew she had a message for me.

Coming back from a long journey now I understand her real presence in front of me like a guardian, a master, a key for what I would have met during these days.

So, this post, and these disconnected words are dedicated to this little doe.

She was innocent, sweet, determined, without fear; she was everything but prudent.

She was me.

B.