An intense roaring and rumbling echoed across the valleys. Eyes darting, ears pricked, peeping out from behind lofty and spindly fir trees the animals waited in anticipation, . Skis, crisp and sharp as they skim across the ice, weaved in the race against the backdrop of thunder rapidly gaining momentum. Closer and closer, snaking around boulders and filling deep crevasses, the devil’s rage threatened to engulf, destroy and consume everything in its path. And then the noise stopped!
The avalanche had completed its fateful journey and silence was finally restored.
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