it was a rainy, foggy day...

upward we trudged through thick jungle. suddenly, there was a clearing. and just as suddenly, there he was, his silver mane shining in the pale sun. he fixed me in an intense stare. as instructed by the guides, i quickly averted my eyes. but i couldn't help but look back. they were magnificent, these stallions of the mist....
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ps forgive me, jane goodall...