«As night falls, an ethereal mist creeps over a forest canopy as old as time. The primeval howl of a wolf echoes across the mountains followed by another and another, a pack crying in unison. Down in the valley, a bison flicks an ear, a deer is startled and a beaver swims for cover, whilst a bear waits in anticipation of a kill.» (...)
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Fonte: Erik Baláž
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