All Well in The Park


Gathered in groups the Deer remain. They stay and get on with their lives, then for no apparent reason, flick their tails and move off. Still, then away. As I have been, with the spare spaces tending to be filled up with one thing and another.

This post is for a couple of people I know, one in Canada and the other in the Netherlands, who are nearing the end of their lives and are in extremity. Do ‘move off’ when the moment comes, knowing that you are never alone in the deepest sense.

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