Later again, or earlier, depending on what to relate to. Chatter and laughter near the bus stop, a crowd of teenagers on their way into this night, and even knowing things are subject to change, mind for a moment is soothed by the idea of this being all the same bunch of people all the time, for whichever reason this should matter. Nervous enough to not sleep at all yet tired enough to probably not make it past more than five lines on any page of any book at hand. Remembering what filled the early hours, and visualizing the road in between. Talking overgrown paths and circles. Once more. Returning to oneself, and be it to find temporary retreat and rest. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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