Early this morning I walked over with two of my cats to the old Power Dam. There I saw a deer standing in the creek. Which seemed sort of odd. I couldn’t remember ever seeing one just standing like that in the water. Eventually it walked away and I laid down in the warm sun. For three days now, I have been caught in a fascinating existential crisis. The most intense I have experienced in nearly ten years
This is interesting. What kibd of an existential crises?
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