The Driftwood

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Sitting at the restaurant “bah” in”Bahston” eating a fish sandwich and a pizza with an all to crackery crust. Huge glass pane windows open up to a cove of the Atlantic. The setting sun hides behind a thick grey band of clouds obscuring all but a few hues of red and orange as there are no other clouds to reflect back the sunset colors. The musky ocean smells of salt and mud do not penetrate the bar.

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