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The View From A Farr

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    You are what you read
Mike wasn’t doing anything unusual. He was just standing out in the middle of a field one early morning, minding his own business, not hurting anybody. I was surprised to see him out there at all. But I was even more surprised he didn’t hear me, or smell me, or do whatever deer do to alert themselves of imminent danger. Of course, I didn’t know his name was Mike at the time. That would come…

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