The lowering sun reflects off the windows of a building perpendicular to mine. It's the doctors' residence, on the north side of the block. It comes in through my back door, hitting a corner on my desk. I notice my shadow. This happens this time of year.
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Eerie.
Definitely Gustav Mahler.
Nice. Really nice.
Hadn't thought of ol' Gustav. Trotsky is my usual fall-back position.
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