notes from the outer world.

Closing in on 4pm. Rain too thin to really be visible, yet roofs and roads seem wet under the still-grey sky. Browsing music for a few moments of focussed work, and eventually giving up to continue in silence. (The strategy of many small rocks. Grind. Polish. Repeat.)

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