Sunday fleeing, once again. Moon, clear and cold amidst a thin layer of clouds. The evening shows still airing, the neighbourhood screens still flooding homes with pictures and most likely sounds. Silence in the backyards, a single car leaving for the road the bridge the highway. Maybe. At some point, night and actual reality just dissolves in stories and dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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