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The Nubbin

This on RCA camcorder video, the year ends the 2nd half of the 80's, if memory serves... As each begins... It was a Sacred Day and I was Dansing...

There is a beautiful piece of prose available on disk somewhere... floppy 5.25, if you remember those, and an 8088 PC. It depicts the encapsulation of sharing dinner and evenings with my Protector for the week... a yearling buck I call... The Nubbin. I stayed alone while my husband was away on a snowmobile trip for the winter week's festivities. Several hundred feet of video frame The Nubbin nibbling juniper under the picture window while I, soup the evening's faire in my chair on the other side. This paragraph won't do the original prose justice en picture of him later having curled up on the doorstep, body pressed snugly against the thermopane sliding glass door, warmth radiating through, he on his side of the glass and I on mine. There was a distinct line about "bulbous eyes peering in the west studio window against the black of night," but I wouldn't dare. I clearly recall a mysterious, translucently luminous bubble slowly floating down in our direction over a V-shaped star-configured background as we nuzzled only the glass separating our touch. We fell asleep together before The Light descended to touchdown. I wondered, both still pressed up against the glass as we woke to First Light, what may have happened, but I could not recall the certain touchdown this luminous bubble must surely have made. He stayed the week, curled up on the crest of the hill during the day between sentry duties around the grounds, returning to his side of the glass each night awaiting my return.

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