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Even as the sunrise was only a whisper to the stars, the straw roof of the hut glowed golden at the tips.

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The hut was a sanctuary, a place where nature flowed into the soul and sparked new healing.

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In the light of the spring day the hut was a soothing symphony of browns.

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On those days that the sunshine and rain played their passing game, when either could have the ball at any moment, the hut was the real touchdown of the parkland and sitting in there to gaze at the newly formed puddles was all the winning I ever needed.