When The Sun Has Set

Twilight hours. Or rather midnight hours. They seem to stretch out ad infinitum before us, yet come tomorrow their passage will seem to have been so short.

And it never changes. Glasses are filled and then emptied again, stories shared and quarrels started then solved… The participants vary, the theme may fluctuate, yet the nightly ritual continues. And within that bubble of time and place we feel alive. We live.

Night-time

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