notes from out there.

10pm an on. Recollecting what's left of the evening. Watching the flats across light up and grow dark again. Imagining stories to unfold behind dim windows, unseen and maybe imagined more than real. An idea of a cold moon, an idea of physical boundaries under an endless sky. Breathing, slowly. Have a quiet night wherever you are. 

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