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Mystery

The man they sent to campus once a week to parlay with those of us interested used this word often, soothing our perplexities with its soft three beats. I took it to mean unknown, but lately it seems to mean, continuously being revealed, like the deer that fill the woods in these parts.

One waited to cross the road the other day, cautious and pedestrian. Driving by, I glimpsed the glazed pools of its eyes opened wide and in the rearview mirror saw the grace of its gait, head unmoving as legs lightly plied a sure scatter of hoofs on asphalt to the other side, where it resumed its disappearance.