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On our last morning on the island, we awoke early. The sun was on the rise, the air was heavy with moisture and thick with insects. We took one last driving through the refuge. The birds were busy swooping and diving in an effort to gather breakfast. The few ponies we saw were barely visible through the dense fog.

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I have driven pass this majestic black beauty on several occasions.

Today he was beckoning me to photograph him.