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Time to leave work now. The office is empty. I look out the window, and the sun is still shining. I hear a distant bird call. Not a seagull surprisingly. It makes me yearn for something, I don't know what though. Reminds me though, of something, a sundial covered by ivy.
Time to go, and step out into these new evenings, these light and long twilights, these bright and hazy days.