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Early in the morning, a small sound woke me up from my sleep. Looking at my sisters who were still sleeping beside me, I quietly walked out of the tent. The fine morning light sprinkled lightly from the branches, covering the quiet path with a hazy gauze. The birds stood on the branches and sang those unknown songs cheerfully. A wisp of breeze swept my cheeks playfully and brought the fragrance of the trees. I never knew that the woods