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Tuesday, 6 December 2022

The Lost Lion

Waking up to the rays of sunshine beaming. Comforted like a cub relying on its pack. The world was like a passing voyage of the sea. Tiny spot that passes slowly, far from reach.Constantly exploring the flora and fauna of the wilderness. Without any limit, appearing almost fearless. Glimpses of prides symbolised the trail to the throne.Hunting for preys was a piece of cake. More like savoury cakes....
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