A memorial was being held for a young girl who passed away five years ago. During the service, a wild doe walked up and did this.
Detail of Vincent van Gogh’s The starry night (1889)
”Looking at the stars always makes me dream. Why, I ask myself, shouldn’t the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France? Just as we take the train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star.”
I shall not rest until I have wrestled this little bear puppy.
I LITERALLY CRIED TEARS OF LAUGHTER