You chose to tell the deer it knows what you mean

The deer crosses the river and gets close to you. The deer pokes you with an antler and tells you that meaning is relative and you should know that. It hacks at you. It spits. It pokes you again. It points an ugly hoof at you and tells you you are only alone in your mind and only if you let your mind let you be alone. It pokes you again. It aggressively moves toward you, getting its horns closer and closer.

Pokes. Taunts. Laughs. Repeats.

You choose to…

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