Early morning, that magical time of day when the mist drifts across the river and swirls gently through the gum trees. The air seems to hold its breath while the world awakes to a million possibilities.
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Across the ocean the rays of the rising sun tint the sand in pastel pinks and gold and the waves ebb and flow to the waking call of another day.
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Meanwhile in another place and another time,
ELVIS THE KING LIVES ON
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