10pm and not much further. Filing the weekend, storing pictures of forest and meadows and rivers, for whichever later moment might care. Calls and conversations echoing in an inner realm still veiled by both ones own conflicts and worries and pondering the global insignificance of both. Watching the candles burn bright, watching other rooms across the street go dark one by one. Just hours from tomorrow. Have a calm night wherever you are.
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