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We meet each evening, to share words, thoughts and sounds. Nothing much in particular, it’s just what we choose to do, simple gestures designed to still time, as futile as that may seem. And, not surprisingly, time and the night are what we invariably confront with each gesture. It appears to us that the things you most wish to hide from permeate everything that you create. In running from the night and time’s incremental slip, we are forever returning into its lair. So it goes