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It was middle of December, the sun is in ordinary scent yet no rooms for love for the brothels are closed because of the incalescent day.

The same day of december, in the height of lines of flight, in the medial of fervent crowd you were there, standing. Out of, perhaps, one billion virtual populace. Logging in and checking out their deafening selves into virtual bogeys.

Highnoon, grabbing a newspaper, reading an article on how Thais perform a new people power against an ebbing democracy. Will these million heads find their worths out of verisimilitude idea of a perfect governance or should I say, like a lady I’m rummaging comparable to throe of irony?

The same evening, children singing Christmas canticles; the very way Dickens wrote about it as parakeets sung the organic hymns akin to tatterdemalions begging for the plain December eve.

You might be there. Standing still. No inklings of moving or whatsoever, waiting for someone (definitely not me) writing for someone (million lightyears away) in the Venzi softbound notebook as if a prayer paralipomenon in the middle of December night.

When I finally got there, during the midday December skies you simply vanished.

Self-exiled.

I asked those bystanders about your presence, they cussed destiny and expectedly shrugged their tatooed shoulders as a sign of you, leaving no vestige.