and who knows when?

the morning ends

the day begins

and who knows when

and who knows when

the day departs

the night arrives

and who knows when

and who knows

with precision -

when?

image; Art Johnstone. Juliette - ‘On Matakana’. And who really knows - with precision - when our days end and night arrives?

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