The Path the Deer Remembers

Dear Diary,

I’m switching things up again this week…
Memory Den is full of hidden corners, and I’ve found a new one to disappear into.
If you know me, you know I never hide in the same place twice. Mondays are for movement, mystery, and just a little mischief.
Where am I this time? Well… you’ll have to follow the clues. 🗝️

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This week’s hint:

Up the stairs where footsteps creak,
To the top where secrets peek.
A quieter room above the ground,
That’s where I could be found.

But don’t just wander, don’t just roam,
There’s something guiding you toward home.
A deer upon the wall will show
The way that curious hearts should go.

Follow antlers, steady, true,
It knows the path I took from view.
Turn where its gaze is pointing near,
And you might find me hiding here.

High above where stories rise,
Past the stairs and closer skies,
In that room at the very top—
That’s where I chose to stop… and flop. 🗝️✨

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Tiptoe softly, don’t be loud…
I love a good hiding spot that’s proud.

Still hiding…
Denny 🦌