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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

~ Writing from the Edge of the Wild

Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Tag Archives: beauty and brutality

A Deer Screams — Beauty & Brutality at Home and the Hills of Vietnam

September 11, 2023

The most horrifying sound I’ve ever heard came one night soon after we moved here.  A scream of pure terror …

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A Friend Meets Death, Full of Curiosity

June 18, 2023

Our lives are full of curious and mysterious things, and I’m quite certain what came before our birth and after …

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A Deer’s Scream – Beauty and Brutality at Home and in the Hills of Vietnam

October 30, 2012

The most horrifying sound I’ve ever heard came one night soon after we moved here.  A scream of pure terror …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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