In the east, white light cuts through the black curtain hanging in the sky. There is wind and thin clouds. Floating very lightly.
The hangtag with the word "OPEN" printed on it is slowly being blown by the breeze. Behind it, an elegant cafe lies quietly.
The fluorescent lights danced like leaps and bounds at this moment.
Five different people, in the same small town, waiting for what belongs to them.
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