He has to say it twice, the wind is all around us. I can see his laughter better than I can hear it; it comes to me in little broken pieces. He points upward into the canopy of the big broad trees and there they are, the deer, leaping. Branch to branch. They do not watch their sure hooves to know where to land, this is their secret true home.

I say into the wind, Deer, I have always known this about you. I have been waiting for you to show it to me. Thank you. I knew you would be beautiful but I did not know you would be this beautiful.

The wind is fierce but benevolent; it might surround and deafen us but it will not sweep us away.

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