Evening calm, after all and outside at least. The day fleeing again, soul still a bit off sync with the hours. Like dreams waiting for their time while mind still tries to run in circles. Artificial stars and artificial pumpkins, lit in bright orange, on the terrace above the backyard. A scent of night in a late year. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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