"We were there, indisputed among ourselves but sceptic of the whole forthcoming. Raining, it was, in moderation and in utter continuum, ending a week of melancholy. It wasn't even irritating. Southern Dock, arrestingly sunlit, emitting beautiful graphic from a mile away. On left, the syndicate bridge was rather subdued except for sunlit arcs on the metal painted rim judging its negotiation. We stood there waiting for boat no. 324, the one to Harper Port, collecting interesting evidences from the simultaneity of rain and the sun, that the summer was nearby, somewhere." - Times with Lomynt
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