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A tall gray jays sat atop a light post. It gazed softly at a lazy squirrel far away. Dry leaves rattled softly as a light draft passed through. A young pup sat quietly, wagging its tail, waiting for a tasty gift. Joy stayed all around, as daylight faded slowly yet softly.