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Another night is passing by now, slowly, so slowly I can almost feel the stars as they slide by in their great celestial sphere. The night moves slowly, taking its time, like a man in the evening walking his dog along a railroad track. I go to bed earlier now, lie in bed letting each thought settle, as each impression of the day finds its own shelf, its own drawer, and slides in. A new year. Another new beginning. Cool January breezes fill the streets outside. As one by one, in the buildings next to mine, the lights go out.