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Closing in on 10pm and returning back inside. The shrill and ever-present sound of midges flying by, making even ones own inner noises less pressing. Old farm houses, new lights, new neighbours. And a creek to go mostly unheard, unnoticed today. Change that is subliminal and barely visible in each step, becoming obvious only by comparing years. Things not to do at this time of day. Sleep safe…