Somewhere in the wilderness, the trees are all dress up in their finest whites, awaiting an enchanted winter ball. A new blanket of snow had fallen the night before. It is always a beautiful sight, the forest in the wintertime. There is a deer in the far off distance ascending on a carefree journey. Along this journey, she leaves tracks of her airy hoofs. A set of four little holes can be found in a row along a path through the forest. I wonder what this deer was thinking of as she made her trip among the trees of the forest. Was she taking in the breathtaking, sparkling scenery of the wilderness? Sometimes, it's hard to find food for herself in the wintertime, but somehow, Someone always provides for the dear and others like her. The deer has instincts and she knows how to survive during these cold times in the wilderness.
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