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∞ It’s a place we forge… together… with and for each other.

“Sometimes when I was sitting there, at the station, looking out into the night and the restaurant, I would begin to kind of daydream. And in this daydream, a powerful and intelligent stranger would arrive. A peculiar kind of well-dressed man. And he would approach the bar, look me in the eye, and motion me to come closer. He looked and dressed a bit differently each time, which I thought was strange… for a fantasy. I would wipe my hands on my apron, and walk over toward the bar. When I got there, he would give me a brief but deeply meaningful look. Then he would say these words: “Get your things. I’m here to take you Home.”