A lot later again, all conversations cease, without conclusions, without the need to. Collecting things that are left open, in a mental bookshelf for further reference. Listening to night slowly covering the roofs of the houses, leaving silence where the day resounded, leaving softness on some rough edges. Waiting for stars once more, and for the stories in between constellations. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

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