Learning to relax
From the outside in.
The flats are red, a terracotta really, and it is night and there is the lightest dusting of snow on the zinc roof There are lights. There are lives. Someone is making postcards, drawing and lettering. Another watches an unseen TV. A third listens to music on enormous, curly wired, headphones whilst chain smoking I have my light off so I can observe unseen, I hope. I am trying to learn, I am trying to understand how to relax
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