Once, as I cycled through a wooded area of south-east England called Forest Row, I recall meeting a pure white albino deer – a significant creature in mythology and the only time I’ve ever encountered one – by the side of the road. I was spellbound, captivated, in awe. Energised by its sight, I was speeding along the road shortly afterwards when a new thought ran through my mind: what would I do if a deer ran out in front of me while I was cycling this fast? I’d seen it happen a couple of times in cars. Moments later a great beast of a stag comes out of the woods and parks himself in exactly
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