Several hours into a new night and mind's slowly stumbling back and forth. A bit warmer, quite a bit away from the other city. Evening and its lines of thoughts and communication still resonating very much. And the strong images of wide inbound streets, mostly empty, of cold urban light seemingly frozen in hazy air. Of a late tram, same as empty, and life finding its way out there where meadows and fields are just open in deep darkness always after dusk. Returning. Inner retreat. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
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