Way past dusk again. Terrace conversations above the backyard, some music, just loud enough to make it through the early night. Sounds of glasses and bottles, too. Evening chill, real or or just felt as a side-effect of being tired enough once more. Resting on a hard floor, feeling the building and its foundations and the city and the planet below, and keeping focus on that for a brief moment, with an impatient monkey always in the back of the mind. Routines to come to a halt. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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