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Dream of a Doe

I feel Her gaze across the veils
She watches
She waits
Knowing I will tread these paths
Knowing I must
And when I can swallow my fear
A bite of a bitter apple
She will be there
To Guide my feet on that narrow path
Her cloven hooves silent in the loam
Her form dappled in leaf shadows
Her breath a warm breeze
Always
Her soft eyes wide and wise
Full of sorrow
And stars.




Art by Christine Homfeld. Used with permission.

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