At the very far left end of the bay's bay, the light of the sun was coming slowly around its edge, its warm rays playfully skimming across the whole place, licking tables' and chairs' feets, lightning up tables' tops, embossing every proeminence on walls and pillars, reaching the very top of its art onto all of the delicately carved bars' banks.

The Bay was waking up... A new dawn was breaking on the Station.

It was the year of mire, the year of deep suction, the year we shook back and forth for hours. It was the year of re-mirth... the year of great madness... the year of brain... and a year ô boy...! It was a flu wage, it was the end of biz story. It was the year everything avenged...

And we were there, dudes....

Oh!... the name of the place...? ;)

yep, littl' typo... been corrected

Hi dude,
...This is weird; lots of us are awake all at the same time!  :  )
AR

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