I looked out through the kitchen window over the snowy fields. I saw a hare sitting in the distance. I had human thoughts about the hard ground and the frozen grass. Then suddenly the hare began to run. There was no danger, no dog at the edge of the woods, no buzzards in the sky – everything was gray and silent. The hare ran in a straight line, faster and faster, he was enjoying himself, he did it out of sheer pleasure, I was sure about that.;Pleasure;A.L. Snijders
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