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Nov 2019
Sometimes the place we turn to when we aren’t exactly sure who we are or what we want, is the place that is always the same.
At least in some way. Usually just the location.

And that place speaks to us because
We’ve  been there when we were so sure about who we were and where we wanted to be, the first time we ever went.

And somehow that place stays in the same spot and feels so comfortable and somehow brand new each time
Because we are always different
And always wanting to be and see something new

But just for a moment in that same place
We see exactly who we truly are
And to me. That’s something.
Alexis
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