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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