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The deer of the Lemelerberg

When evening comes at Salland and the Lemelerberg the trees seem to grow closer together, the deer get to the forest. From the safe darkness between the trees, they look at you with big brown eyes..

They seem to be waiting for you, but be warned: Those who leave the path and follow the weightless jumps of the deer, get lost in their stories and will never find there way back.

Thera grew up as a beautiful girl. Quiet without being shy she could listening hours to the stories and rumors from the region. Although she never spoke, she repeated the story at home in bed whispering and practiced the songs of the village. When she was sixteen, she was as beautiful as an angel. The boys from the village brought her flowers and ribbons to put in her hair and asked her to marry them. It seemed as if the girl did not notice. She avoided the people and played happily by herself on the heath. When the villagers saw Thera playing with her tame mouses and wooden forest toy, they whispered that she was a child. On a warm summer evening Thera was searching a wooden toy tree that she had lost during her game. As she sang softly to herself, she wandered over the heath. Suddenly she saw a big deer on the trail . The animal looked at her with his big brown eyes and a long pulse, she felt that she fell into a hole. With her hands outstretched, she walked toward him. With three great leaps the animal disappeared among the trees. With her skirt in her hands, she walked behind the deer into the woods.. It seemed he was waiting for her but when Thera was so close that she could see his long eyelashes, he jumped off ...

What do you sing Thera? "In a open spece in the woods there stood a man in green hunting jacket quietly leaning against a tree. His voice was soft and warm as the ears of newborn calf. "A song about my village ..." she whispered shyly. The gaze of the stranger on her cheeks glowed. "You have a beautiful voice, can you tell me a story?" She shook her head. "I do not know many stories, you would get bored. Do you have a story? A story only for me? "The stranger put his hand on her arm and looked deep into the girl's eyes. "Is that what you want Thera? Do you want to know the stories of the people and use your voice so everyone can hear you? "She nodded and put her small hand on his. The stranger spread his coat on the grass. "Come sit with me. I'll give you a story that is yours alone but at the same time of all the people ... "Thera felt the breath of a breeze of the stranger in her ear. She smiled and listened to the soft voice of the stranger. A voice that made her forgot all time, and took her as high as the swallows fly. Hours she listened to the stories of the hunter until it was night and Thera did not know any longer who she was. When she woke up he was gone. All he had left was his coat and the desire to tell stories like him. Thera got up and started walking. She wanted to know the beginning of her own story Wherever she came she talked with people from the towns and villages until she knew every accent. Then she knocked at the doors and said, "I am searching for the beginning of my story, but in exchange for a place to eat and sleap I tell you the stories that I know." Thera learned all of Salland legends and stories of the Veluwe. She told wonderful tales and fables from distant foreign lands. For years she wandered through the area without a map or compass. She knew every dirt track and trace across the heath. She could not get lost, because she had no house and everywhere she was welcome. And so Thera became the story teller of Salland

Many summers later, her skin tanned by the seasons and the coat in which she slept was pale and worn. One evening, when she sat tired at the foot of the Lemelerberg a man came and sat beside her. A man with brown eyes as deep as the pools in the forest. "You're too late," said Thera. "I've looked everywhere for you. Now I have the beginning of my story, but the beauty why you loved me I'm lost. Today I know all the stories that people tell each other. I do not have the strength to roam the area and my voice is weak. "The stranger grabbed an apple from his bag and sat next to her. "I'm glad I was able to give you that. You have used your talent and became are a rich person. "Thera looked at the forest and saw two young deers. Nervously they turned their ears, as if they listened to the conversation of the two people. "Now I know the beginning of my story, I also want to know the end Hunter. That's what you owe me. "He nodded. "That I can give you. Follow the deer of the Lemelerberg and you will find what you need. 'silently the Thera stood up and walked behind the deer into the woods. Further and further into the woods twilight unitil it was as dark as night. On a quiet place just glowing like a pearl in the dark she found the little toy tree that she had lost years ago. Surprised, she looked at it and saw a little apple growing in it. "This must be the end of my story," she thought as the deer put their soft noses against her cheek. Thera lay down on the moss, and while she slipped into a deep sleep, her skin got its luster back. Her legs were given new strength and her thoughts danced light as dandelion fluff about Salland. The deer taught her the language of the slow toads and snakes in the pools on the heath. They told her what makes the eyes of cows so soft, and why buzzards cry when they hunt. They told her all the ancient, wordless stories that only you can read in the eyes of the deer of the Lemelerberg. She laid her head on the soft moss, and realized she had always had what every person needs: stories and a place to be home.

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Comments (44)

monic@ on May 7, 2012

Hi Elso I thought it was important to tell the story behind this picture, i am glad you like it.

OK Mahdi :)

Greetings, Monic@

Luigi Giannini on August 4, 2012

Storia molto bella e commovente. Saluti da Luigi

monic@ on August 4, 2012

Hi Luigi, i am glad you read the story behind this photo. Greetings, Monic@

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  • Uploaded on October 29, 2011
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    by monic@
    • Camera: SONY DSC-H70
    • Taken on 2011/10/29 13:28:50
    • Exposure: 0.017s (1/60)
    • Focal Length: 10.10mm
    • F/Stop: f/4.500
    • ISO Speed: ISO160
    • Exposure Bias: 0.00 EV
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