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Six thirty, and the city has not woken up yet.
Steam coming off the streets, sun playing over them. Just running shoes and a hypnotic beat running on endorphins against a deep green blur of trees. The last neon rainbows of an eighties synth rippling through the headphones, and then the song ends.
Into the gap comes a burst of raw birdsong
