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Last night the wind roared so fiercely,

and today the forest is quite restless too.

I walk again along the woodland path

where fallen leaves, torn down by the wild gusts, whirl about in every direction.

A young stag, now bearing antlers that rise proudly, wanders in search of food,

and no trace of human footsteps can be found.

Wrapped in my winter jacket and trousers, the way feels lonely.