notes from the outer world.

4pm and on. Watching things proceed all of a sudden with the right person using the right words. Much like ancient magic, but much more in a hierarchical manner. A cold afternoon, wind getting stronger as the few office dwellers some floors below decide to head home. Pale blue horizons and no songs to currently feel like singing.

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