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When old gnu immersed his head into the delicious creaking again -
also seemed to him to hear the hoofs -
but when: he looked onward
and have seen bodies of his mates and dust before him -
he started running very slowly:
as if he realized: that the opportunity to get away from this beautiful meadow:
to anyway:
had missed:
and that he does not really care about it:
because: a lioness is actually
- in the moment: when she are clawing
unrepeatable captivating
and engrossing:
