Dawn drifts across the lake, catching the twisted roots and the old tree leaning over the sand. Soft gold moves across the still water as the bush wakes slow and steady, the whole shoreline holding its breath in that quiet moment where country meets the first light of day.
Dawn drifts across the lake, catching the twisted roots and the old tree leaning over the sand. Soft gold moves across the still water as the bush wakes slow and steady, the whole shoreline holding its breath in that quiet moment where country meets the first light of day.
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