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It’s the break of dawn. Overcast. A considerable breeze flows across the hills. A girl sneaks out of her house, with an odd-looking backpack. She races up the hill, climbs atop a tree, and sits on a branch, staring at the sky. Patient, waiting, eager. Her hair flutters, the slightest ray breaks through the clouds. Her eyes light up, her heart races. A camera emerges from her backpack. A glare from the lens, like a message to the heavens themselves.
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