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  • The three of us were heading home after another stupidly-busy summer nightshift at London Ambulance HQ. Our bodies ached all over and our brains were zapped.

    As I drove onto London Bridge, I slowed the car right down to a crawl, so we could savour the views of the sunrise over the Thames. A luminous sky with its watercolour-wash of purples, pinks and golds heralded the start of another hot, sunny day. London's famous landmarks were bathed in warm hues; they shimmered and glowed in a way that no painting or photograph could ever truly capture.

    Fleetingly, we were transported, forgetting our exhaustion as we marvelled at the beauty of the new morning. Seconds later we reached Bishopsgate, where towering edifices loomed over us, blotting out the sky, and our glorious moment was over.
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