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As the natural light fades, the warm glow of the glasshouses lingers in the heart of the garden

(and then you know how a moth feels, fluttering intoxicated towards a lightbulb).

The further away from the light you walk, the further into the twilight you enter

and the louder it becomes, the idea of that soundless light-heart beating somewhere behind your back, behind among the shapes that you know are trees
though they look like darkness.

– November evening, Kaisaniemi botanical gardens.