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Sinilatamo breathed deeply the fragrant air that early morning. It truly was the perfect day: azure sky like aquamarine, not a single cloud, the mountains sprouting dark green patches of pine trees among the dusting of snow. Carried by the wind, warm enough to be outdoors without cloak, the scent of newly budding flowers.