One afternoon last summer, I fell asleep on the patio and dreamt that a deer walked up and licked me. I awoke with a start and there in the distance stood a doe, gazing at me, her eyes filled with longing. No surprise really when one considers that I am perpetually covered in a thin sheen of salt, a side effect of hot flashes. That day was no different. To the doe, I must have appeared a rounded-off salt lick. #moreontheblog #writing #writersofinstagram
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