notes from the outer world.

11am elsewhere. Other cities other concrete other bridges other rivers. The wall of trees is not what it seems, and the houses behind seem to hide in a green more and more turning grey. Closed doors, strong fences, gardens filled with rocks instead of bushes. The effects of living close to wide roads, perhaps.

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