8am and on, all office and the noise in between topics and a fast pace that has familiar effects on any kind of focus. Watching the sun rise on the other side of the valley, listening to roaring commuter engines making their ways into individual journeys and feeling both annoyed by the ever-present sound and guilty for judging others from the safe space of a clean warm room. Inbound calls, connections reestablished, one step at a time.

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Marga Xeyat Ⓐ hat dies geteilt.