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The world was full of wonder. Jane stood on the balcony of his CBI attic and watched the night dissolve slowly into day. First that gradual lightening on the horizon from midnight blue to steel grey. And then the colours. Peaches, pinks and yellows, and fire tinged, scattered cumulus clouds.
He thought back over the previous day, working each sense:
Sight – Lisbon's face when he gave her ice cream at the beach.
Hearing – ocean waves.
Touch – sun-warmed sand.
Taste – his bedtime cup of tea.
Smell – cinnamon and vanilla.
As the sun rose, so did the life within him.