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My wings were stripped and the feathers fell like cards on a table. I spent this life in the cold light of morning.
We went back to the town a second time and knocked on a door, where we found we'd overshot and ended up all the way in Mala Ucka (?!). This wonderful guy was visiting friends and family and despite minimal English was kind enough to drive us most of the way back over the mountain to a trail we could take to Lovran.