but there’s another place

Next year maybe

In Fleury

morning and evening blue hours

blue hour

That special kind of silence

Especially early in the morning

when you can go outside and there is just nothing

I miss that silence

it is never REALLY quiet here

almost

I can hear the silence outside

crawling over town

The night has come

I want to run. again.

still here

I am here

Bing Bing

Piep

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