610 am and the only sounds penetrating the pre-dawn bleakness are those of the local magpies and kookaburras singing sweet tunes. On still mornings, in winter, this gets a bit mashed with the growing rumble of peak hour, calling us back from Reverie to Responsibility. Time to make lunches, shave whiskers and worst of all - put on shoes! Have great Thursday.
All Hallows' Eve
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