Putting it mildly, the ambient wasn't bright, as the ominous clouds were drifting over the sky and creating terrible darkness. For a photographer, it's far from a perfect condition to shoot the steppe. It was evening. A strong wind burned my face like a frosty cold. My arms were stiffened by the cold and I desperately tried to make them listen to me. Time seemed to be dragging on and on. Every minute was endless. My repeated efforts to find something interesting were in vain. Nevertheless, I kept...
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