DEER

One without looks in tonight
Through the curtain-chink
From the sheet of glistening white;
One without looks in tonight
As we sit and think
By the fender-brink.
We do not discern those eyes
Watching in the snow;
Lit by lamps of rosy dyes
We do not discern those eyes
Wandering, aglow
Four-footed, tiptoe.
(Thomas Hardy)

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Subject	2 × 2 cm, Aquarell
Paper	300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions	20 × 20 cm

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