The sun rose from the horizon on a late winter morning. I poked at a small fire with a stick that was charred a bit at the end. It was a beautiful morning. The sky was clear and the sunrise was refreshing to watch. I looked over at the tent. Wherever she came from, they slept in much later than I'd ever expect.
Ah well. I listened to my surroundings. Not a bird chirped. There was going to be a big snowstorm setting in within a couple hours...
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