9pm and not much further today. Merging realities. A roll of dices, a serene moment lost to music no one else should know about. A deep breath, ideas of ongoing winter and more frost in the trees, a visible agenda and a hidden gut feeling. Sleepy and overwhelmed, for a split second, by all the loose ends to catch up on, soon. A few chords and no voice, singing never works. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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