Silver light steals between the curtains, painting ribbons of brightness on the wall. Is it dawn already? Snow-light? Drawing back the curtain the room is flooded with moonlight!  A delicate orb in a lightening sky, washing the sea with soft silver, painting the garden with mystery.  Stars shine brightly, a cannon of celestial music falling gently to earth, before fading to a sliver of pale orange resting the arms of dawn….

 

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