It's 4 AM.
Standing on the balcony, watching numbly as the sky slowly turns grey.
Barely noticing that the cigarette is all but smoked down to the filter.
Shivering from the cold of the morning and the exhaustion of 17 hours of non-stop work.
The effect of 9 rather large mugs of coffee slowly wearing out.
Good Lord, how I miss it.
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... or idle thoughts and random prattlings of a young translator
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