Arriving this morning, the building wing
is just a standing wall.
An excavator waits, hungry,
nearby,
to eat up the rest of the building.
Dusk starts at four this close to solstice.
I step out into oddly warm drizzle
this gray, misty, dreamlike
late afternoon.
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| A reflective stone facing the river behind me. |
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