After dusk. Another walk near the quay. Small icy dots in a wild dance, touching like needles on a naked face. Wind piercing through all layers of clothes, leaving imaginary scratches across the skin. Buoy lights, a single car, slow speed, distant music and the sound of shoreline industry. Stories of wintry ports and grounded ships. The early year sleep. Have a calm night wherever you are.

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