Unfinished but done: The evening settling, pictures of the day slowly fading, conversations quiesced. Muted notifications, a sip from a slowly emptying glass, eyes following words that form lines and paragraphs, trying to decipher both rhythm and meaning and being not particularly good at both. Temporary cognitive limitations, a state of mind more than just slightly tired. Have a soft night wherever you are.
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Marga Xeyat â’¶ hat dies geteilt.