The cold breeze passes through the thin lining of the cloth I am wearing. Chilling my bones underneath but soothing it at the same time. As I stand at the cliff of the mount, looking down the deep below, my eyes measure the distance between ground and my feet.
I inhale quietly and close my eyes, only to concentrate while awakening all of my senses. The fresh air heals the damaged part of my inside. I open my eyes, wide awake and focus on the hollow nest which is swinging on the dried branch of an old tree.
I aim at it and band, and I shoot it the next moment. The nest is blown away and dust lifted in the air.
“Nice Shot! You are getting better my lady!” Christian stands behind me.
“We have to become perfect and the only key to become perfect is hustle, as much as you can.” i state.
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