Another evening passing, in that armchair near the window to gaze across the harbour and its smaller roads. One of the streetlights is flickering, and mind tries to make sense of patterns and frequency. Red and green signals of the ships seem easier to read and there's an almost hypnotic quality to those. (Putting chairs and dishes in its places. Briefly cleaning up for the new morning. A shower, hot, cold, and a soft towel. A bed. Dreams at least as an option. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

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