notes from the outer world.

2pm and half of something, not sure whether asleep or awake. There's always some conversation going on nearby, and some are louder than others. Too: Sun moving on, peeking under that umbrella, slowly starting to heat up legs and feet. Waiting for the next cloud, or overcoming laziness to rearrange shadow.

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