notes from the outer world.

(And then the morning gets noisier, kids below wake to another day, the street faces morning rush, wind gets stronger. And all of a sudden, the dense heavy rain turns into snow, with thick white flakes tumbling down into the grey depth in between the houses and there's that surreal, odd old feeling of peace in the very moment again.)

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