After the party.
Over the Grove, there is a sickle moon and almost as though attached to it, Venus shines bright and unblinking. Even the street lamps cannot dim their light.
Some experimental photographs of birds running on the grass, flying or cavorting on the rooftops this afternoon do not prove entirely useless, and there are some pleasant and rewarding surprises - unexpected compositions and curious attitudes.
Sad balloons, caught between heaven and earth.
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