The Western End of Run Dark Alley

The eastern end of Run Dark Alley ratlled in colorful pennants, flags, and streamers like a orphanage’s clothesline on laundry day, [please punish me for that] but the western end, Madrigar’s end, rested like a cat in the shade.

On it’s western end Run Dark abutted a three-story apartment building who’s height kept Madrigars in shade nearly all day long, but who’s placement left the surrounding shops walls brightly light. The effect was similar to carrying a parasol on the beach.

Eesh. What I’m trying to convey, but not a way I’d like to convey it.

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