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The morning...

Frost glistened in the yellowish gray light of early dawn on this spring day.  The grass lay flat, and lifeless, covered in a layer of icy crystals, which made it look like some strange bacteria under a microscope.  The air was still, and cold, hanging low over the hills in a hazy fog which seemed to be trying to hide from the increasing amount of light.  My breath was visible as I slowly exhaled and tried to minimize my presence.  Looking down at my foot steps behind me, I realized that I wasn't doing a very good job at trying to be stealthy.  But then I shrugged, and figured that by the time the sun hits the grass, the frost will have melted away and erased all evidence that I had been through this way.


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