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Orphan Fawns

“Bring a camera,” Linda whispered from the back porch. I did, and there they were–the orphans–eating my garden–sigh! Printing copies to send to various grandchildren at camp, including Sophie who, six years ago when the deer first appeared, sympathetically dubbed one of them “garden eater” . . . .because “deer don’t have grocery stores, Grammy.” Fireworks tonight just up the sidewalk at the high school–we’re noting that 2015 is the 95th anniversary of ratification of the Nineteenth Amendment!

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