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The owl monkey grasped at its mother's tail, squealing with delight at this newfound life of vivid greenery, dancing umbrage, and shocking citrus flavor. The mist, the sunlight, the shadows, the leaves, everything was grasped. Life, grasped.
Flailing, the tree branches rustled in the heavily brewing storm. Frightened, and out of despair.
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