I was scooting to work this morning and was in some sort of slough of despond. But in Cockle Bay there was a jellyfish, the size of a bucket, floating like it was trapped in its own time. Beautiful rosy hue, delicate fronds and lace trails about it.
Nothing else to be seen within cooee.
A few tourists, up far too early, wandering around bewildered at the unremitting hideousness of Darling Harbour.
What on earth was it doing there? Everything happens for a reason. It's like ravens, they've some nefarious purpose.
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