I wake early – very early. The sun yawns as it’s eye gradually opens and the earth awakens alongside me. Even in the shadows a little preemptive song echoes through the silence. Not for long. That daily glimpse was awaited – Arias composed in tiny heads suddenly burst forth. I am engulfed in the celebration of light. The previously unseen is seen against a backdrop of colour, light and hope. GoodMorningTree
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