There's something magical about the early morning light when the rising sun just touches the tree canopies. The park is rising from its slumber, the birds start making a racket and emerging from the gloom, a lemon-scented gum gets caught in a shaft of sunlight.
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It's the promise of a good day. Of warmth and dazzling light. And hope.
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