Somewhere in that evening. Head still filled with these clouds to pile up all day, heavy with the dreams and fragments of too many hours fully planned yet not used. Morning started evening ending with the same music. And a slightly different mental mode. Tired. Night vision. Not-so-euphoric recall. Rusty red light. And the perception of new lanterns devoid of any flickering, painting the moment in its very own textures. A vague collection of pieces, maybe to be fit together later. Have a calm sleep wherever you are.

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