Steph Morrow Shenanigans
Ramblings of a lunatic.
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Autumn has desended on the meadow. The leaves are changing colour and falling on to the brown dry grass, scorched by the summer sun. Acorns regularly fall, littering the path and pinging off the fence. Tall Mushrooms sprout sporadically finally seeing the pale autumn light. Rudy Muntjac, born in the Spring, is now fully grown.…
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In the cool crisp night, Edmund galloped. Underneath the cover of the tall lean pine trees. The earthy floral scent of the woodland floor filled his nose. He was a handsome young buck. A small but mighty Muntjac deer, not native to the British woodland but a welcome guest none the less. Edmund froze. A…
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To start as one means to go on.
Steph Morrow Shenanigans 