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An eagle leaves the branch as a chipmunk climbs the base. Nothing new happens... Nothing new. But far off, there is a haze. A fog that settles uneasily in the distance. The sun caresses the hem of the new day. A golden glow fills the sky with a beauty everlasting. A sweet aroma enriches the surrounding atmosphere. Gasping for a breath anew. Hoping to become something more. An eerie silence looms over hauntingly. Every branch, every skitter becomes a tingling up the spine. One more glance, one more sweep across the horizon. Nothing new, nothing new.