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  • Like a modern day re-invention of an ancient stone-henge, for a brief few weeks each year the sun's arc in between the monolithic buildings of Melbourne sends a shaft of light cascading down Collins Street each morning.

    For those waiting at tram stops, it's impending arrival is heralded by the slowly moving boundary between light and shadow on the northern walls of the street.

    For those truly patient or fortunate enough to be present, the golden light that can only exist at sunrise brings warmth and colour to the entire street, and in the midst of winter, a glimpse and reminder of the sunnier days ahead in the not too distant Spring and Summer.
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