The place at the end of the block where I find the deer reminds me of the hang-out in the alley my teen-age friends and I used to meet, looking for boys. You could never tell who would be in the alley at any time of the day or night, much like this place on the National Refuge for the deer life. I often go there randomly and most of the time no one is there; sometimes one or two or sometimes fifteen of the herd.
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