The other night we were sitting on the third floor balcony of our hostel admiring Brisbane's unremarkable skyline when there was a rustling in the nearby palm tree. It was something large. It was too dark to make out what it was until the flash from my camera lit it up. There in the branches of the date palm tree was a furry little possum eating a juicy date. It was totally unafraid and continued eating even when the flash went off five more times a couple feet from it's face.
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