There, 15 feet from me, Nibbling as Performance. It strolls up, neck erect like Cleopatra. Scans the audience, and engages eye to eye. Solo to solo, away from our herds and under the blue sky, the deer and I are speechless. Lowers its head and nips the tip of a thick stalk. I think I heard the crunch. Crosses the front and exits stage left.
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