Restless summers end. Now there is time to catch one’s breath and there is a bit more room to grow. Summer unfolds through conversations, crossing oceans, bus rides. What remains is a pile of thoughts for mulling over. After all is done, what has changed over the course of a summer? i. Midnight on the road; nothing to see but the measured interval of roadside lamps. I breathed in the air that carried with it...

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