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Riding the bus at night is one of my few comforts in life. Reminds me of happy days, returning home from the park. I remember a tall white building standing, reaching for the dark sky with red neon lights spelling "MOTEL" I felt compelled to come inside.
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Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 10:12 PM UTC
Busride
Riding the bus at night is one of my few comforts in life. Reminds me of happy days, returning home from the park. I remember a tall white building standing, reaching for the dark sky with red neon lights spelling "MOTEL" I felt compelled to come inside.
I don't know.
#memories#past#random#motel
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Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 10:12 PM UTC
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