notes from the outer world.

Quite past 3pm again. The longer the calls, the weirder that particular moment to hang up, hear conversations fade and that outside world slowly drip back into consciousness. A deep breath. Stretching arms, feeling body is still here and willing to move. Eyes closed, watching colours dance. And eyes opened. A hazy sun. And a bit of blue sky still before dusk is drawing near again.

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