The air was soft and still, and evening shadows painted the snow purple as Lucy and I stepped out a little while ago. The door was barely closed when she pulled urgently toward the woods across the way, and I saw two deer feeding there. They saw us, too, but they never moved a single step away, even as we passed within yards of them. A full moon shone low on the horizon, hundreds of crows cawed raucously in the trees above, and I just knew it would be a good walk.
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