02.35 am
This sound of a wolf, a hawk carrying a horn on the back of a thousands screaming ladies, pierces through all  known things, no external sound can cover this one no more. Cursed or beloved in a beautiful nightmare. I am bewitched. While the engine runs no more untill it starts again but it´s place is never free always occupied, by the third melody of movement. Imagining silence as it is not my prerogative.

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