Many hours later, out of the day and into the night and there still then and now are shadows of crows overhead against the dim city sky, making their way to the river. A heated conversation in the street, voices heard but actors, faces hidden to the eye. A different language, an unfamiliar melody, and sorting out that slightly odd feeling that comes along with consciously noticing both. Local computers disconnected and powered down for now. Knowing, hoping that tasks started earlier will make it to the morning. Leaving a brief note on the border of todays mental page. And flipping it over again. Soft dreams everyone wherever you are.

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