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“It was the kind of morning on the threshold of dawn when you sense everything holding its breath, the ground soft and expectant, the air eager for the sun, the stillness pregnant with vitality but not quite there yet. Any day now the trees would explode and flowers shoot from the earth and toads make their bid for freedom and scents assail you and the rowdy geese rooster home. But for the moment the land was waiting.”
― Sally Magnusson, Music in the Dark