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Laura woke to the piercing screeches of the white cockatoos at sunrise. From her bed, she could see the pink sky as it began to lighten through the cracks in the curtains. The sun peeked its head over the easterly ranges, the colors rich and full of life. Laura watched as the sky changed quickly before her eyes, wondering how amazing it would be waking up to this each morning. To the farm. To Tom.
She'd spent the first hour in bed last night tossing and turning, trying to decipher the mixed emotions she was feeling. Something had sparked inside her, a warmth, a calmness when she thought of Tom. The possibilities of life with him, of seeing his Cheshire cat smile every day. Tom's admission of his own feelings wasn’t entirely a shock to her, but her own response was, and she didn't know
