A lot later again. Breathing out into the cold, near the back door. Keeping lights down, trying to go unnoticed, to be on ones own with this very moment. The sleeping village, the ever-present creek, the noises to only appear once you decide to consciously pay attention to. The distant city. And the phrases of lyrics that keep sneaking back into focus, randomly then and now. Enough night, and some dreams, mostly about snow. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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