Saturday, 31 August 2013
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Dusk creeps slowly forwards and meets the last light of the sun drowning in the West. Across the water, the city is already in darkness, and lights have blinked awake in the marina. The harbour is utterly still. Over there, on the other side of the bay, there are many stories to be told in the night that comes. Before tomorrow's light shines in the water and the waves wake once more, there will have been a whole thriving night of change and new life.
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