Alex knew she couldn’t stay here forever.

Dawn would gently, inevitably interrupt it all.

Soon, she would have to make her way back down the hill, along the same muddy track she had somehow managed to clamber up hours before.

For now though, she would lay here in the clearing, sheltered by a shroud of looming ghostly gums.

Pulling the old mohair coat under her chin, ignoring how scratchy it was against her bare shoulders. Alex tried to block it all out so she could instead look up at the stars and take it all in.

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