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Bucks are dangerous when they are trolling~ Deer mating season in Hampshire
Posted in Nature photos, Nature Writing, Rambling, Writers Site, tagged animals, autumn, bucks, deer, dogs, farmer, Gerardine Baugh, Gratitude, Hampshire illinois, love the outdoors, mating season, nature, trees, uriah, Writing on November 26, 2011 | 4 Comments »
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The easy road to anything doesn’t exist; it comes about just in the doing. But some have ways to go about it, rituals before the words or numbers flow. If I do a lot of nothing, then nothing will get done. But set a pencil in a cup, or grab a piece of paper and place it where it belongs, that movement announces to the cosmos I am working…

