Return of artificial stars to terraces and balconies with the year passing by. Neighbours engaged into disputes, windows opened way too wide to ignore. Once again. Monday in retrospect: An unordered collection of random sheets in what just vaguely resembles a book or magazine. A late pot of tea and a plethora of unresolved pending tasks. Progress but too little to be satisfied. Maybe tomorrow. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Marga Xeyat Ⓐ hat dies geteilt.