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The Last of the Mohicans

A long journey has come to a stop. The soldiers must be hungry. The rain is so loud. The air so cold this morning. The trees are so many. I know they won’t attack me. For they know that I will not give in. And I will give them nothing. They are in my power this day. So long I have to wait.

Claus (c-7)

Technology expert, community builder, coffee addict red wine and food lover, traveller, photography enthusiast and a lot more. Recently experimenting AR/VR model and image generation and AI generated text and poems.