Night is a slow progress. Tomorrow’s sun will be on the Eastern coast. In that town where the years of youth lay strewn on it’s streets and its beaches. Where one dreamt and goes to dream, over and over again. Delusional or reasonable, either way… This place is about hope and cheer.

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