A walk in the dark next to a familiar, or at least friendly shadow. Only a few cars lighting us up as they drove by far too fast. A humidity and warmth to the night air. The slightly drunken feeling of trying to hold a straight line in the dark. The comfort of listening and listening, as if to moving water. And from beyond the trees the memory of the full, smoke-dark moon.
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