Roar and echo of the street sweeping truck. From the balcony below a woman greets on old friend on her mobile. Prattle of a motor scooter which stops at the lights. Far away a siren. Late nighters call out farewells. Whirr of the fridge drowned by a helicopter. Auckland city. Silent and silver, the moon
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