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The sky has lightened considerably, turning from the inky black of a moonless morning to the pale blue of dawn, scattered about with puffy fair weather cumulus which are kissed by the not-yet-risen sun, blushing deep pink in their discomfiture. And in the brief moment taken to tap out those words, the clouds have regained their composure and now stand pale steely grey, serious in their watch over the waking world, sentinels of the new day just breaking. The trees stand at serious attention as well, unfluttered by breeze, lacking even movement of birds to disturb their stationary leaves. The day begins somberly.