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The River and The Hills

The rooster crowed before the dawn, its voice ringing over Sindhupalchowk hills. The dawn's early light stretched over the ridges, catching the dripping leaves and transmogrifying them into tiny sparks of gold. Mist clung low in the valley, and for a moment it looked as if the whole area was still half-asleep, holding its breath until the day could really begin.