The night and lost for words, lost voice lost thoughts. Returning home far beyond dusk, trembling being sleepy and cold. A plethora of conversations circling, partially unrelated and this feels quite strange. Common past but disjoint worlds. All in itself an issue of synchronisation. Or distance. And always vague dreams in between. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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