Somewhere in between, the morning went the afternoon's moving in. Downstairs, for a breath and a few steps and janitor conversations. In the empty office near the corner, a couple of young women has gathered around an old table, drawing clouds and other less obvious icons on a huge sheet of paper. For a moment and despite the windows open wide, even noticing them feels like a blatant invasion of privacy so one submits to the urge of heading back home. Stretch. Sit down. Refocus. The moments fly.

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