This story takes place an early morning on the island Rømø, Denmark.
Act 1, Scene 1.
The chill morning is surrounding me as i get out of bed, the smell, from the long drive to Rømø, still sticks to my cloches. As i dress Julius wakes up and join me on an magnificent morning adventure.
Act 1, Scene 2.
The fascination, of the morning sun, overwhelms me as i step out of the car. It's still not a full sun, but that will chance soon.
Act 2, Scene 1.
The fascinations form changes. It's not an ideal sunrise fascination anymore, but a fascination of even greater matter. The contrast of a perfect morning sun, and the sticky mud, which is kept in place by the decayed wooden fence, beneath my wellingtons.
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