Lunch break, deviations and a playful wind. Few snowflakes dancing above the concrete facades, in a pale light under pale light dripping from a pale sky. Pondering models, procedures, agents, accounts. Rewiring subsystems, cutting queues and waiting for things to reach a stable state again. Colleagues on and off for their breaks, a late call an unscheduled appointment and randomizing most of the hours between here and there. Wherever that might be.

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Marga Xeyat Ⓐ hat dies geteilt.