8pm and out again. Rolling with the wind, circling park and its ponds. The early breath of another intense summer night in things. Losing it to some meandering thoughts. Like: What kind of book to form with all the lost drafts, all the typos, all the responses irrevocably gone with ephemeral infrastructure? Just before dusk, the time for considerations that need no purpose. 

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