This is my life
It's early morning and drops of dew hang off the branches of trees. I'm crouched low behind some bushes, squinting to cover the whites of my eyes, to cover my presence. I'm down wind from a gazelle, gently grazing on some grass in a nearby clearing. Each movement is reflexively slow, cautionary, graceful. This is my religion. My Survival.And with the elegant skill possesed by all predators I strike and kill my prey. Tonight my tribe will feast and I will be proud to have contibuted to our successful way of life. This is a life I know.
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