Dark clouds gather and promise a new beginning. Ghulam Ali sings of an erotic, romantic, dead past. PD James describes sin and loneliness in young priests. And a film on vampires awaits my indulgence.
In the evening, I will take a walk and try to find some interesting faces and think about the stories that could lie behind them.
The absorbed demons of the past and the hollow promises of the future fuse into a mellow present.
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