Far off, 10pm and slightly dizzy. Ready to let go of the day, cautiously peeking across the lines of dawn and morning, in between expectation and vague anxieties. Across the street, evening is still in full swing which means a table with candles and people nearby, a dimly lit desk with a pile of books, a bright huge TV featuring fast cuts through fictional worlds. Orion above the roofs, scent of humid soil and moist grass waving through air like a soft, dense veil. Trying to slow down, not sure about to expect any dreams. Have a calm night wherever you are. Blurry night lights.

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