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A herd of midnight deer surrounded our mother and father's graves. No, that's not true. It was my sisters, brothers, and I who surrounded our mother and father's graves. We buried our parents eight and twenty years ago but our grief remains so near. As we stood at their gravesite, a terrifying light veered toward us from the dark. Our eyes snapped open but our limbs glaciered with fear. My sisters, brothers, and I were as frightened as deer.
‘ Midnight Deer‘
is a marvelous title for something special.
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