notes from the outer world.

5pm and on. Silhouettes of trees of bridges of fences along the road. With an afternoon warmer than winter, the scent and perception of everything slowly changes into a different mood. Cautious, though. As if not completely having given up on the feeling of snow yet. Quietly the day ages.

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