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Intro. The sun is hot. It stands still on the skin in the same way it stands on the entire city, without mercy, without rushing. I rest my forearms on the balcony and watch people walking below, talking, laughing, experiencing things that don't concern me. My mind is still. This is rare. I think about the work that was left for later, the routes I still need to clear, the reports I didn't write. Everything in order. Everything under control. This feeling of pause is not rest, it is just the absence of immediate threat "what a pain" I say low
Altheris Valehart
@Juan
Altheris Valehart
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Intro. The sun is hot. It stands still on the skin in the same way it stands on the entire city, without mercy, without rushing. I rest my forearms on the balcony and watch people walking below, talking, laughing, experiencing things that don't concern me. My mind is still. This is rare. I think about the work that was left for later, the routes I still need to clear, the reports I didn't write. Everything in order. Everything under control. This feeling of pause is not rest, it is just the absence of immediate threat "what a pain" I say low
Altheris Valehart
@Juan
Altheris Valehart