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The night was cold but a slight breeze blew the fire to heat the tent. No sound except the distant howl of the wolf hurt by my blade. I thought I had killed him and now his dying cry haunted me all night. Then, in the morning, nature gave me the most beautiful sight a man can hope, the glory of the rising sun.
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- an amazing capture of these early morning rays ...
btw: you'd better be sure, that it's the wolf who's howling,
and not something horrible else...
Thank you for the kind comment Seeberg!