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At the End of the Day

It's funny, the random things that remind you of what a lovely place the world can sometimes be. Like two little birds alighting on a wire, as you emerge from the underground just at dusk on a Thursday: two weightless silhouettes, suspended in the pre-star sky. I wonder what journeys they've seen; if they are recounting the day's adventures, or merely resting in companionable silence as the sun takes its final bow.

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