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63 Eyes Startled like a girl surprised in her shower, the doe defied my stare. Animal to animal, we cancelled distance with our eyes. For just that long I learned how much the present differs from presence. The present is what’s here right now while presence is what’s always here. Lifting her foreleg to flee, the doe remained hoof-deep in shallows while we listened to each other with our eyes. Fleet as an echo that lessens to nil, the listening lingered and lingered . . . It’s lingering still. That’s presence. ...

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