Finally: Breathing in the open windowframe again. Just for a few seconds to not let all the remaining warmth flee out into the new nights frost. A starry sky above. Fragments of conversations below. Street life in front of the pub, cigarettes burning and it's a surprise to notice people out there at all. (Retreating. Yawning. Turning down the light. And preparing tomorrows page, and be it just a bit. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.)

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