Flash Fiction: Three Sentences for Bear71 — Blue Ink Alchemy
This is one of those mornings, when foraging and looking for some breakfast, that the antlers feel particularly heavy. It's going to be cold this year, colder than it has been before, and my doe and I need to be ready for that's coming. I just want to make sure our fawns are going to be all ri-
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