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Dawn. How I love to say the word. How I love to step outside, the world unawakened from their nightly slumber. Everything untouched. Imperfection at its greatest. Stepping out into the crisp autumn, winter, summer, or spring air, wearing only a sweater or a t-shirt. Seeing the dew on the leaves, the trees reaching up to the sky. Everything not too bright. "Inspire me," I say. "Your wish is my command." Only fools would take this for advantage. I feel a story brewing deep within. Yes, this is my seed. My sprouting, growing seed. For a whole new story. A whole new tree. A whole new dawn. Dawn. How I love to say the word. And now it is mine.