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The track passes through a landscape that was formed in when a stream cut through from the glacier to the original. Hermitage site, damaging the building.

Did I mention some parts drive me nuts? Traffic on 7th gets silly. People rush without noticing the beauty of a neon sign on Baker’s—like, seriously, soak it in, dude! And sometimes I get lost in thought by the old library on Quest Street. The weather, the vibe, it’s all like fragmented dreams—a cinematic pause, an echo from that famous movie.

Comfort Café was a Leon Valley institution. Neglected and dilapidated, it soon will be demolished.