‘Tis not sunrises that I find the most beautiful, but the precious little moments that precede sunrise, when the sky looks pensive, unwilling, almost, to give way to the light emerging from within. And then, like the mood of an upset child cajoled, it lightens suddenly, doing away with the shroud of darkness, gives way to the sunshine bursting through, to allow it to claim its rightful place in this world.
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