She watched, enchanted, as the light of the still hidden sun slowly permeated the branches. The morning was so slow in happening here, she thought, as the light slowly crept down the side of the valley, looking like a golden tide of honey, dripping slowly down and enveloping all in its warm glow. This was the warmth she knew would come, though she was content to wait in the shade, here in the dark of the valley, where the air was still cool and moist. Her breath dissipated in plumes before her, as the dewy air was transformed by the warmth within her.
(not done)
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