maybe 11. it gets dark this early in Austria.
at night, I am alone. it’s peaceful. I sit next to the street, lean away from the fence. when I look up, the stars are immense. are they the same I see in Oslo on a cloudless night?
the wind is warm, and it turns the meeky, nondescript tree from across the street into a centuries-old olive tree in Greece.
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