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Look, see, there she sits. She is alone, and that is not common for her kind. Her powdery brown wings are open, flat as she tries to soak in the sunrise. She should go now, hide now, sleep now. She is not allowed in the day, she is a night-thing, a dark thing, a secret thing. She is not a pretty-thing, not a day-thing, not a happy-thing. Her
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