I don't have a rifle with me today. Plotting trees.
The joys of being half deaf, didn't even hear the fecker walk up to me. Last thing I expected was a stag to come for a look.
I don't have a rifle with me today. Plotting trees.
The joys of being half deaf, didn't even hear the fecker walk up to me. Last thing I expected was a stag to come for a look.
I'm drawn to the mountains and the bush, it's where life is clear, where the world makes the most sense.
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