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The Up and Rising Sun

Glory be to the newborn December sun how bravely it drips its frosty shine! The backwoods bears are snoring, bleary are the eyes of somnambulant racoons. Right here and now, where the hedgerow winks through its own bare-boned branches the sun that plunged on through the dim-eyed daybreak, all is now awake!

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