A place I used to live

It’s a strange feeling visiting a place you used to live or work. So much has changed in the time since then and yet, so much is still the same. Same buildings…. trees have grown…same restaurant….feels the same.

And yet, people have come and gone, business come and gone, all kinds of now invisible life has passed through here …but it’s almost like they were never here at all.

The only place any of it exists is in my memory and in the memories of those that shared that life, that place, that time. A reminder to have more reverence for the memories I’m creating today.

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