notes from the outer world.

Late that night. An offer of time to the twilight hours. Old music, old photographs, old books trying and failing to preserve past ages in a narrowly confined space. A scent of smoke and distance floating above the fields on the hills. Incenses have a different effect here. A dog, a car, an unseen bird. Past sunset, bat country.

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