We are deer here, full of esprits, estivating away from our forest, in your park of glees.
With this cool, green grass and balmy breeze, we are open to head taps or nose nuzzles if you please.
Favourite greens at home lie in thigmotropis around trees, but this tasty turf is tongued with ease.
With us, trade your resistentialism of lost keys for transcendentalism on bent knees. ; )
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