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Big ears, big eyes, alert there is a good chance for this young fawn to grow up. The traffic may be his biggest challenge. I feel a kinship. He is curious. I am curious. Who am I? Who are you where do you live? Where do I live?. Can we be friends? I can be friends but I don't know about others. I raised a fawn in Oregon I loved him dearly. © Tom Stanley Janca. .20 per sq. in.
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