
Lately I have been smitten with all that is speckled, freckled, dotted, starry, or brindled. Therefore, I have decided to make deer my animal for the
holiday season. (And, yes, this is in part about reclaiming a symbol that was stolen from me some years ago.) I know of nothing more magical than a flying deer.
Consider
this from Midlake, or
this from Amy Sol, or even
that from Yumiko Kayukawa.
Or perhaps a Wordsworth poem involving the promise of flying deer & a misfortunate
Ruth. Or one by William Butler Yeats, again about the Irish bard
Oisin.
I'm only a teensy bit obsessed.
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