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That other city and still the morning is devoid of any colour. Strange tatt…

That other city and still the morning is devoid of any colour. Strange tattoos, unsettling encounters, people inhaling electric smoke while waiting for their cars to refuel. Missed gloves today, feeling the frost creeping up arms and legs. Walnuts, crows, crossroads. Autumn more than just a season again.

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