notes from the outer world.

4pm and on. Moving with the wind again. And be it a perceived one. Countering a flood of new information, enqueueing whatever comes up, random order. Another ongoing meeting makes its way to the corridors and hallways. Conversations not coming to a close even as people are about to leave. (These hours just before sunset.)

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