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Dawn approached, slanting rays of light sweeping in and out of the trees. The cool breeze chilled his bones as he watched the sun rise. He wondered how long it had been since he had last sauntered out late on a restless night. He was tired. No longer could he live thus confined; he needed to get away. Even the songs of the morning birds no longer filled him with joy. He needed to leave this land that had been his home for as long as he could remember. Happiness did not exist for him here any longer; no comfort could he find here. And as he wistfully watched the sunlight disperse the darkness of the hills, he knew that his decision was made. He would leave.