Those heavy shadows which spend the whole afternoon edging around the square, pressing into doorways and silently climbing into gaps between shuttered windows, now soften into blue gauze. Dusk and dust settle the same; without sound or fanfare. 
Below the red canopy, regular players shuffle cards and smoke. Each draw timed effortlessly between the laying down of hearts and spades. Many years of life entwine them and each know the other’s moods, and all of the other things they had thought to hide.
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