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Nostalgic Nights


Dimly lit and falsely advertised The Cafe stands on the foundation of what existed yesterday, The faded glory that used to flow freely is now dormant, Hindered and shrouded by years of aging. The tattered corners of books on a dusty shelf and the muffled voices of passerby outside present a sense of reality to a place that seems as if it were conjured up in a dream.
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Denverdude
Thought of this while remembering a trip to Vail

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