Another night, rather late. Different routes, different moods. Sinking for a moment into that music resounding this day, with the noise and chatter of a party, the scent of a small wooden fire waving over from another backyard or another year. Not sure right now. Emptying the glass again, yawning and ready for new ephemeral dreams and memories. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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