#sundayevening — Public Fediverse posts
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https://www.europesays.com/iran/64339/ Oil Prices Surge After Failed US-Iran Peace Talks, Trump’s Blockade #barrel #blockade #country #Hormuz #Iran #NaturalGas #OilPrice #OilSupply #response #strait #StraitOfHormuz #SundayEvening #trump #US #UsIranPeaceTalk #War
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https://www.europesays.com/ie/294188/ Iowa Rock ‘n Roll Music Association announces 2026 Hall of Fame inductees #AwardWinner #Celebration #Concert #download #Éire #Entertainment #FameInductee #founding #hall #HallOfFame #HolyRockaRollaz #IE #IowaRock #IowaRock'nRollMusicAssociation #Ireland #LaborDayWeekend #MeetAndGreet #Music #RollMusicAssociation #SundayEvening #year #YoutubePage
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Southern California’s wild weather is not over. Wind gusts up to 85 mph predicted
Last week’s rain won’t be the end of Southern California’s wild weather as strong wind gusts are forecast…
#NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #America #area #lastweek #mph #NationalWeatherService #powerline #rain #Region #santasusanamountains #southerncalifornia #strongwindgust #sundayevening #tree #tuesday #UnitedStatesofAmerica #wildweather #windgust
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Southern California’s wild weather is not over. Wind gusts up to 85 mph predicted
Last week’s rain won’t be the end of Southern California’s wild weather as strong wind gusts are forecast…
#NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #America #area #lastweek #mph #NationalWeatherService #powerline #rain #Region #santasusanamountains #southerncalifornia #strongwindgust #sundayevening #tree #tuesday #UnitedStatesofAmerica #wildweather #windgust
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(Abendküche, unsicherer Griff, heißes Wasser, das über Haut und Arbeitsflächen gen Boden fließt. Schmerzende Hände. Den Schreck nicht unterdrückt, den Ärger irgendwie schon. Und dann kurz unter dem Himmel der Höfe, zwischen Wänden und Bäumen. Mülltonnen klappern und quietschen, leere Kisten stapeln sich, eine Stadtkatze verharrt geduckt zwischen den Sträuchern. Etagen weiter oben sind die Türen geöffnet. Hier duftet der Flur nach Gebäck und Waschnüssen, Kinder lachen. Nochmal Tee, noch eine Kerze. Und tief durchatmen.)
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(Abendküche, unsicherer Griff, heißes Wasser, das über Haut und Arbeitsflächen gen Boden fließt. Schmerzende Hände. Den Schreck nicht unterdrückt, den Ärger irgendwie schon. Und dann kurz unter dem Himmel der Höfe, zwischen Wänden und Bäumen. Mülltonnen klappern und quietschen, leere Kisten stapeln sich, eine Stadtkatze verharrt geduckt zwischen den Sträuchern. Etagen weiter oben sind die Türen geöffnet. Hier duftet der Flur nach Gebäck und Waschnüssen, Kinder lachen. Nochmal Tee, noch eine Kerze. Und tief durchatmen.)
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(Abendküche, unsicherer Griff, heißes Wasser, das über Haut und Arbeitsflächen gen Boden fließt. Schmerzende Hände. Den Schreck nicht unterdrückt, den Ärger irgendwie schon. Und dann kurz unter dem Himmel der Höfe, zwischen Wänden und Bäumen. Mülltonnen klappern und quietschen, leere Kisten stapeln sich, eine Stadtkatze verharrt geduckt zwischen den Sträuchern. Etagen weiter oben sind die Türen geöffnet. Hier duftet der Flur nach Gebäck und Waschnüssen, Kinder lachen. Nochmal Tee, noch eine Kerze. Und tief durchatmen.)
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(Abendküche, unsicherer Griff, heißes Wasser, das über Haut und Arbeitsflächen gen Boden fließt. Schmerzende Hände. Den Schreck nicht unterdrückt, den Ärger irgendwie schon. Und dann kurz unter dem Himmel der Höfe, zwischen Wänden und Bäumen. Mülltonnen klappern und quietschen, leere Kisten stapeln sich, eine Stadtkatze verharrt geduckt zwischen den Sträuchern. Etagen weiter oben sind die Türen geöffnet. Hier duftet der Flur nach Gebäck und Waschnüssen, Kinder lachen. Nochmal Tee, noch eine Kerze. Und tief durchatmen.)
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Rob Reiner’s final weekend: Conan O’Brien’s party, the Obamas, unthinkable violence, a frantic manhunt
It was supposed to be a weekend of celebration for Rob and Michele Reiner. They attended Conan O’Brien’s…
#NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #Celebrities #Conan #couple #Death #Entertainment #familyfriend #Home #house #parent #Party #reiners #RobReiner #saturdaynight #sonnickreiner #source #sundayevening #unthinkableviolence
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Rob Reiner’s final weekend: Conan O’Brien’s party, the Obamas, unthinkable violence, a frantic manhunt
It was supposed to be a weekend of celebration for Rob and Michele Reiner. They attended Conan O’Brien’s…
#NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #Celebrities #Conan #couple #Death #Entertainment #familyfriend #Home #house #parent #Party #reiners #RobReiner #saturdaynight #sonnickreiner #source #sundayevening #unthinkableviolence
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Sunday fleeing, once again. Moon, clear and cold amidst a thin layer of clouds. The evening shows still airing, the neighbourhood screens still flooding homes with pictures and most likely sounds. Silence in the backyards, a single car leaving for the road the bridge the highway. Maybe. At some point, night and actual reality just dissolves in stories and dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #sunday evening #stories of late light and late minds #concrete city
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Sunday fleeing, once again. Moon, clear and cold amidst a thin layer of clouds. The evening shows still airing, the neighbourhood screens still flooding homes with pictures and most likely sounds. Silence in the backyards, a single car leaving for the road the bridge the highway. Maybe. At some point, night and actual reality just dissolves in stories and dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #sunday evening #stories of late light and late minds #concrete city
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Sunday fleeing, once again. Moon, clear and cold amidst a thin layer of clouds. The evening shows still airing, the neighbourhood screens still flooding homes with pictures and most likely sounds. Silence in the backyards, a single car leaving for the road the bridge the highway. Maybe. At some point, night and actual reality just dissolves in stories and dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #sunday evening #stories of late light and late minds #concrete city
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Sunday fleeing, once again. Moon, clear and cold amidst a thin layer of clouds. The evening shows still airing, the neighbourhood screens still flooding homes with pictures and most likely sounds. Silence in the backyards, a single car leaving for the road the bridge the highway. Maybe. At some point, night and actual reality just dissolves in stories and dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #sunday evening #stories of late light and late minds #concrete city
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I’m not particularly special, but I’m willing to bet I am, in at least a few unimportant ways, unique and dagnammit I’ll say glorious (in my own way) for it.
…Unless you’re an Edinburgh-based father currently cooking roast dinner, shovelling pickled onions into his face, and religiously watching the score in the Eagles v Giants game? In which case, gimme a shout!
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I’m not particularly special, but I’m willing to bet I am, in at least a few unimportant ways, unique and dagnammit I’ll say glorious (in my own way) for it.
…Unless you’re an Edinburgh-based father currently cooking roast dinner, shovelling pickled onions into his face, and religiously watching the score in the Eagles v Giants game? In which case, gimme a shout!
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I’m not particularly special, but I’m willing to bet I am, in at least a few unimportant ways, unique and dagnammit I’ll say glorious (in my own way) for it.
…Unless you’re an Edinburgh-based father currently cooking roast dinner, shovelling pickled onions into his face, and religiously watching the score in the Eagles v Giants game? In which case, gimme a shout!
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I’m not particularly special, but I’m willing to bet I am, in at least a few unimportant ways, unique and dagnammit I’ll say glorious (in my own way) for it.
…Unless you’re an Edinburgh-based father currently cooking roast dinner, shovelling pickled onions into his face, and religiously watching the score in the Eagles v Giants game? In which case, gimme a shout!
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I’m not particularly special, but I’m willing to bet I am, in at least a few unimportant ways, unique and dagnammit I’ll say glorious (in my own way) for it.
…Unless you’re an Edinburgh-based father currently cooking roast dinner, shovelling pickled onions into his face, and religiously watching the score in the Eagles v Giants game? In which case, gimme a shout!
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(Hinter den eigenen Fenstern. Dichtes Grau, eine Kerze, der Wind singt und klappert. Kneipenlicht spiegelt sich auf dem Blech parkender Autos. Keine Schritte in der Straße. Das Haus ruht im frühen Sonntagabend.)
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #the weather in days
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(Hinter den eigenen Fenstern. Dichtes Grau, eine Kerze, der Wind singt und klappert. Kneipenlicht spiegelt sich auf dem Blech parkender Autos. Keine Schritte in der Straße. Das Haus ruht im frühen Sonntagabend.)
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #the weather in days
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(Hinter den eigenen Fenstern. Dichtes Grau, eine Kerze, der Wind singt und klappert. Kneipenlicht spiegelt sich auf dem Blech parkender Autos. Keine Schritte in der Straße. Das Haus ruht im frühen Sonntagabend.)
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #the weather in days
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(Hinter den eigenen Fenstern. Dichtes Grau, eine Kerze, der Wind singt und klappert. Kneipenlicht spiegelt sich auf dem Blech parkender Autos. Keine Schritte in der Straße. Das Haus ruht im frühen Sonntagabend.)
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #the weather in days
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Beyond dusk once more. Training ones own ability to tell the current time from listening to the chatter and music and noises of the tired yet still awake neighbourhood, the sound of dishes and late dinners and bottles and the opening, closing of balcony doors, to the street, to the backyards, to the darkness that feels like just floating in with the wind once more, embracing, indifferent, here because it just has to be this way. Sunday evening rituals. Sunday evening mood. The usual flow. Have a soft night wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #later that day later that night #stories of technology and temporary fixes
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Beyond dusk once more. Training ones own ability to tell the current time from listening to the chatter and music and noises of the tired yet still awake neighbourhood, the sound of dishes and late dinners and bottles and the opening, closing of balcony doors, to the street, to the backyards, to the darkness that feels like just floating in with the wind once more, embracing, indifferent, here because it just has to be this way. Sunday evening rituals. Sunday evening mood. The usual flow. Have a soft night wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #later that day later that night #stories of technology and temporary fixes
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Beyond dusk once more. Training ones own ability to tell the current time from listening to the chatter and music and noises of the tired yet still awake neighbourhood, the sound of dishes and late dinners and bottles and the opening, closing of balcony doors, to the street, to the backyards, to the darkness that feels like just floating in with the wind once more, embracing, indifferent, here because it just has to be this way. Sunday evening rituals. Sunday evening mood. The usual flow. Have a soft night wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #later that day later that night #stories of technology and temporary fixes
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Beyond dusk once more. Training ones own ability to tell the current time from listening to the chatter and music and noises of the tired yet still awake neighbourhood, the sound of dishes and late dinners and bottles and the opening, closing of balcony doors, to the street, to the backyards, to the darkness that feels like just floating in with the wind once more, embracing, indifferent, here because it just has to be this way. Sunday evening rituals. Sunday evening mood. The usual flow. Have a soft night wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #later that day later that night #stories of technology and temporary fixes
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Finally: Back for today. Surrounded by cold air, close to top of the house. Almost overstimulated again with the lights and tones and scents of the city, the barking of dogs, the ringing of doorbells, the joy in voices welcoming late guests. Evening out there under a hazy sky. Pushing the new week to far beyond the horizon of dawn. Trying to settle in oneself before dreams unfold. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
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Finally: Back for today. Surrounded by cold air, close to top of the house. Almost overstimulated again with the lights and tones and scents of the city, the barking of dogs, the ringing of doorbells, the joy in voices welcoming late guests. Evening out there under a hazy sky. Pushing the new week to far beyond the horizon of dawn. Trying to settle in oneself before dreams unfold. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
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Finally: Back for today. Surrounded by cold air, close to top of the house. Almost overstimulated again with the lights and tones and scents of the city, the barking of dogs, the ringing of doorbells, the joy in voices welcoming late guests. Evening out there under a hazy sky. Pushing the new week to far beyond the horizon of dawn. Trying to settle in oneself before dreams unfold. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
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Finally: Back for today. Surrounded by cold air, close to top of the house. Almost overstimulated again with the lights and tones and scents of the city, the barking of dogs, the ringing of doorbells, the joy in voices welcoming late guests. Evening out there under a hazy sky. Pushing the new week to far beyond the horizon of dawn. Trying to settle in oneself before dreams unfold. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
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Hours later again. Different ideas of meditation to get at least parts of the self into some sort of equilibrium. Weekend coming to a close, agenda slowly unfolding. Complex dependencies, shared views, conflicting poles. And always a bit of confusion in both. Still, city evening. Spanish guitar, not in the mood for the piano and lacking good approaches to handle oneself. Have a calm night everyone wherever you are.
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Hours later again. Different ideas of meditation to get at least parts of the self into some sort of equilibrium. Weekend coming to a close, agenda slowly unfolding. Complex dependencies, shared views, conflicting poles. And always a bit of confusion in both. Still, city evening. Spanish guitar, not in the mood for the piano and lacking good approaches to handle oneself. Have a calm night everyone wherever you are.
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Hours later again. Different ideas of meditation to get at least parts of the self into some sort of equilibrium. Weekend coming to a close, agenda slowly unfolding. Complex dependencies, shared views, conflicting poles. And always a bit of confusion in both. Still, city evening. Spanish guitar, not in the mood for the piano and lacking good approaches to handle oneself. Have a calm night everyone wherever you are.
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Hours later again. Different ideas of meditation to get at least parts of the self into some sort of equilibrium. Weekend coming to a close, agenda slowly unfolding. Complex dependencies, shared views, conflicting poles. And always a bit of confusion in both. Still, city evening. Spanish guitar, not in the mood for the piano and lacking good approaches to handle oneself. Have a calm night everyone wherever you are.
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Fireworks again. Sound only, lights hidden behind houses. The big small city. Pictures of hours and days lining up, intertwined with the leftovers of conversations and the unresolved pieces kept on the shelf for later, in between the protecting covers of books. Sunday evening mood, a wave of perception making heart beat faster and mind race around itself at increasing speed. No stars so far, no dreams and still waiting for the new dark as a mental bedcloth. Unsure whether sleepy or tired. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #always in between
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Fireworks again. Sound only, lights hidden behind houses. The big small city. Pictures of hours and days lining up, intertwined with the leftovers of conversations and the unresolved pieces kept on the shelf for later, in between the protecting covers of books. Sunday evening mood, a wave of perception making heart beat faster and mind race around itself at increasing speed. No stars so far, no dreams and still waiting for the new dark as a mental bedcloth. Unsure whether sleepy or tired. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #always in between
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Fireworks again. Sound only, lights hidden behind houses. The big small city. Pictures of hours and days lining up, intertwined with the leftovers of conversations and the unresolved pieces kept on the shelf for later, in between the protecting covers of books. Sunday evening mood, a wave of perception making heart beat faster and mind race around itself at increasing speed. No stars so far, no dreams and still waiting for the new dark as a mental bedcloth. Unsure whether sleepy or tired. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #always in between
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Fireworks again. Sound only, lights hidden behind houses. The big small city. Pictures of hours and days lining up, intertwined with the leftovers of conversations and the unresolved pieces kept on the shelf for later, in between the protecting covers of books. Sunday evening mood, a wave of perception making heart beat faster and mind race around itself at increasing speed. No stars so far, no dreams and still waiting for the new dark as a mental bedcloth. Unsure whether sleepy or tired. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #always in between
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Sunday, early late evening. Crossing the river again, a brief nod to the old skyline and the unfamiliar view in front of it. Some people still sitting in the fields chatting while their dogs are playing near the water. Some are heading home, slightly drunk apparently. Subliminal noises, random breeze. A sky missing any stars tonight, but the clouds feel like thunder and rain. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #where we are we are
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Sunday, early late evening. Crossing the river again, a brief nod to the old skyline and the unfamiliar view in front of it. Some people still sitting in the fields chatting while their dogs are playing near the water. Some are heading home, slightly drunk apparently. Subliminal noises, random breeze. A sky missing any stars tonight, but the clouds feel like thunder and rain. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #where we are we are
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Sunday, early late evening. Crossing the river again, a brief nod to the old skyline and the unfamiliar view in front of it. Some people still sitting in the fields chatting while their dogs are playing near the water. Some are heading home, slightly drunk apparently. Subliminal noises, random breeze. A sky missing any stars tonight, but the clouds feel like thunder and rain. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #where we are we are
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Sunday, early late evening. Crossing the river again, a brief nod to the old skyline and the unfamiliar view in front of it. Some people still sitting in the fields chatting while their dogs are playing near the water. Some are heading home, slightly drunk apparently. Subliminal noises, random breeze. A sky missing any stars tonight, but the clouds feel like thunder and rain. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #where we are we are
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Sunday, early late evening. Crossing the river again, a brief nod to the old skyline and the unfamiliar view in front of it. Some people still sitting in the fields chatting while their dogs are playing near the water. Some are heading home, slightly drunk apparently. Subliminal noises, random breeze. A sky missing any stars tonight, but the clouds feel like thunder and rain. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #where we are we are
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And then the day withdraws and takes most of its light to the distance separating present from past. A bunch of pictures unsorted, few preparations done, not yet completely willing to take a peak beyond tonights boundaries. Rituals, back to common flows. And a quiet hope for rest, before that. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
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And then the day withdraws and takes most of its light to the distance separating present from past. A bunch of pictures unsorted, few preparations done, not yet completely willing to take a peak beyond tonights boundaries. Rituals, back to common flows. And a quiet hope for rest, before that. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
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And then the day withdraws and takes most of its light to the distance separating present from past. A bunch of pictures unsorted, few preparations done, not yet completely willing to take a peak beyond tonights boundaries. Rituals, back to common flows. And a quiet hope for rest, before that. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
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And then the day withdraws and takes most of its light to the distance separating present from past. A bunch of pictures unsorted, few preparations done, not yet completely willing to take a peak beyond tonights boundaries. Rituals, back to common flows. And a quiet hope for rest, before that. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
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And then the day withdraws and takes most of its light to the distance separating present from past. A bunch of pictures unsorted, few preparations done, not yet completely willing to take a peak beyond tonights boundaries. Rituals, back to common flows. And a quiet hope for rest, before that. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
