Very much later again, this days story comes to a close and its words to prevail will mostly be about the season, the wind, the lazy sun and the early dusk. Collecting some of the rusty street light, some of the sounds and moods of the evening traffic merging with the neighbourhood, its houses, its concrete, its parks and meadows. Out there, returning. Doors opened, doors locked again. The echo of ones own steps. Home beyond office. And a new night. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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