For a while now, I have obliterated nights view from my life. To make the best of what a window can offer, I moved my table and chair next to it. What sounded like water hesitating in a pipe was a band of rock pigeons. They sent a whirr of air when two cars turned around the corner, before taking to air.
Morning glory has started to bloom in the parking lots. The bushes must have been there a while, but only the flowers made me notice them.
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