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  • It is 6.30am, Melbourne time. But that is redundant, because 6.30am anywhere would feel like this.

    This. Feeling like I am the only person breathing and alive. The world is mine, and mine alone. Like a little girl jealously guarding her first ever ruby-slippered doll.

    I inhale sharply. Eyes closed. And then with my eyes open. There isn't much of a difference, because it is still dark out. I throw in a bit of spiritualism for good measure - as a frail and ignorant (insofar as the greater cosmic/universe is concerned) human, I am blind.

    But this morning, there is a slight difference. I turn my head upwards, lift my face to the sky. A Minn moment ensues. The sky is a blank canvas, and the emerging sun's rays an artist's palette. And I, insignificant and minuscular as I am, see the light for once.

    For a brief breathless moment, I am let in on the secrets of the universe. That the universe jealously guards, like a little girl's first ever ruby-slippered doll once upon a time.
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