The early evening lull had come to the streets, that silence between the frenetic commuters and the vibrant party seekers. The bars and clubs were jammed with loud music and energized mob, the only visible life being the coffee-house that teemed with diners, chatting, relaxing after a busy day. 542 more words
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The alacritous movement of life surrounds you, it drowns you; it pulls on you like the waters of the deep ocean black carries a piece of petrified driftwood out to the forgotten sea. 853 more words