Returning. The skyline, the city lights, the illuminated bridge, some bright shimmering dots floating on quiet waves. Meadow conversations, in different languages and moods. Barking dogs, chasing each other. Late bats on erratic lines and stars to notice the more the longer tired eyes keep watching the velvet cosmic void. Grateful spectator, astounded ever again. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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