The blood red sphere of the sun breached the eastern horizon bathing the rolling fog in the meadow in front of me in a golden hue. Tracking the red stag deer bull I turned right on the forest trail alongside a deep crevasse. As I looked to the other side I spotted a roe deer in the deep brush...
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