Striking moments standing out, being illuminated in darkened
corners of sunlight.
Alighting on sides of mountains, never being uncovered unless allowing it.
Wanting to preserve their little abodes in nature, protecting themselves from predators and criminals of mankind, as they
prowl and look around to see what they can steal or destroy
from Mother Nature herself.
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