notes from the outer world.

Leaving the small patch of green behind, for now. Closing that wooden gate, staying outside for a while to see whether the birds show up from their retreats again (which they don't). Ants on bare feet and mostly bare legs. Stunned and dazed like always by all the colours dusk has opted to offer, just slightly above the trees where the planes depart and the sun passes into tomorrow. 9pm and still a bit further.Β 

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