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Oct 2016
The Curious lion prances. A fretful owl in it's sights. Never has one found such a wise and attractive creature.
Watching from a distance, the Curious lion will never know the Mature Owl. She is too wild for such a tame creature. She has not the courage to approach. Fearing that the creature will attack the poor young lion cub.
The little lion will continue form the distance.
Come closer, come closer, little one.
Ignore sharp claws. Ignore hard glares. Come here, dear, come.
Astra Zenneth
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