Trafika Europe 5 - Slovenian Interlude

A Night in the Night

Again I’m reading more. Probably because it’s fall.

Sometimes I sit a while at dusk, eavesdropping on the sounds hiding in silence. I watch the scenery which evades all laws. I feel touches

which others don’t. It’s night and tens of little dead suns sway in a black river which is smooth from afar and mysterious like skin.

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