Hours later, again and slowing down. Voices mostly asleep now. Emptying the bottle, opened that tall window once more as if suddenly unable to bear the heat inside. Ship crews on deck, inspections and preparations in artificial light. The hum of the other city, the whispering of the open quiet sea, some thoughts trying to grab loose ends on technology and ethics while others ponder irrelevance and humility and the path leading to the lighthouse fell asleep way earlier, now just remaining a necklace of glittering lantern pearls on a pale dark surface of frost and depth. Yawning, letting a sigh flee out to the cloudy sky. And retreating. Grateful, lost for words. Have a calm night wherever you are.

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