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Dawn in the north simmers into the atmosphere like a maiden sweeps into her lover’s chamber

It is quiet, not silent and peace pervaded the solitude

The sounds of nocturnal creatures are just but dying out

And the brief period of solitude – the one which precedes the rise of habitation premeates the air

They rise with the sun, I rise with dawn

In their rising, they bring life to the world

But the time before this life, this period

This feeling before the rising sun and habitation – Is where I belong

The northern dawn shimmers in the atmosphere

I am left without

Filled with this silent but all consuming sound

Fresh air I can breathe – Unrestricted Contentment!