10pm and on. Late lights early dreams. Everything left behind of that path morning to dusk seems hiding behind a wall of blur. Surrounded by trees and facades and bushes and abandoned structures in between. Too: The loud voices of pedestrians echoing in the street, entering, leaving the pub, taking their beer and their bags and all their burdens home. And the comforting feeling of being reasonably far, invisible and separated from these aspects. Keeping as much silence around as possible, every day anew. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.
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