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             : PASSAWEE CHEVASATH     : NATTAN  TAWORNSATIT

             Soft snow fell steadily and solemnly   fallen from treetops struggling to prevail
          from the sky – a vehement emptiness,   the coming of winter. But just when it
          still, and devoid of colour – like weight-  turned its head to presume ameliorating
          less dandelions floating through time,   its thirst – its shiny black eyes glaring
          its presence made discernable only by   back at it from the river, its jagged
          the contrasting black of the blanket of   antlers rippled by subtle waves – the
          trees that stood below. Silence swept   snow  deer  could  sense  a  slight
          through the massive forest, seeping its   movement from behind. It rotated its
          way swiftly between the spaces of tall   neck once again, scrutinizing at the
          tree sentinels, topped partly with white.   gapes amid the rocks and the trunks,
          The whole landscape was deafeningly   staying  still,  despite  the  desultory
          quiet (it was as if the woods and the   beating of the heart flooded with
          towering cliffs and hidden caves were   trepidation,  and  treaded  its  hooves
          awed by the greatness of the sky   slowly, preparing for escape.          stillness of the forest, ready to detect   into its consciousness and, without a
          above); its tranquillity deadened here   It felt as if everything had stopped   any  motion  that  might  verify  the         second hesitation, ran for its life, in the
          only by the sound of the languid river   moving, and for a moment the deer   presence  of  the  enemy,  suddenly   direction homogeneous to that of the
          and the offbeat footsteps of a snow   ceased to sense the cold touch of the   drifted into a trance.    flowing river.
          deer.                         flakes settling on its brunette fur. Its       That was when the snow deer saw   Different shades of mahogany
             At first it thought the source of the   mind, focusing on the scenery before   the  wolf,  an  anomalous  movement   brown tree trunks blurred and mingled
          sound was the rustle of shed leaves,   it, absorbed by the placidity and the   behind one of the rocks. The deer woke   into one as the deer raced its way
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