On August the first I managed to almost get lost in the same woods I've been taking walks in since I was ten. I went all the way to the castle (which sounds more magical than it actually was), and sort of lost sight of the path.
I also ran into a dog-owner who had lost her dog. However, she asured me he (the dog, that is, who was called Bruno) did not hunt, but was most likely just chasing after some bitch on heat.
Later I also met a deer, which startled me quite a bit and for some time we just stood and stared at each other. Equally surprised by each others behaviour, I suspect. (It was merely ten meters away)
The next day I sorted through my stuff - which looks more fun than it was.
There are also a lot of wrong conclusions about me and my belongings, that one could jump to when looking at this image.
One of them being: My dartboard had a run-in with Dalí.
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