12-06-2007, 01:55 AM
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Morning had come swiftly and slowly, twilight seeping across the landscape and smearing a eerily warm panorama for such a chilly day. But it wasn't chilly enough of a day that he had helped himself to a small bundle of wood and had started a small fire in the pack's fire pit. He wasn't much of a music man, so he wasn't out there doing anything all that productive other than watching the fire eat away at the dry wood and warm up the air around him. Watching the sunrise come up had become a bit of an absent minded event to do. Perhaps it had been all of those times where he had caught his parents doing the very thing that he had developed a certain fondness for the always changing sky and the burning ball of gas that gave them life. He had learned a lot about the world since they had left, and now that he was back here it was beginning to feel a little more homey, even if he was out of place against those he didn't know. There were still quite a few around that he did remember.
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