ALMOST MORNING There is a colour the window does that is not yet light and is no longer dark — a grey with a rumour in it, a grey that has heard something. I have waited up, more nights than I will say, just to be present when the glass changes its mind. THE STREET, FIVE-FORTY A single car. A
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