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This Is Northern New South Wales


6:30 and it looks like the colour of your bad mood.

Grey as you wander in thought. Restless in the want. Go, embrace the day. The cold keeps you warm. Snuggle in your comfort.

The cold now gets you up. Full of contradiction. Alive you feel in it. The darker morning allures you, the sunshine bores you. Dreary in your driving skills, cars look like matter that could mold into you. Fear keeps you from colliding.

Orange engulfs the peripheral. A sharp turn towards an empty beach, where only others of darker allure go play. The sky is a shape-shifting delight of unexplainable mood. A sharks fin is that of a southern headland.

That was unexpected…