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I was in the old sector of a city one day and I thought of this boy whom I might've             liked                 to love                       in another life. I remember he told me one day he'd want to live in the old part of a big city. I asked him why, and in all honesty,             I wouldn't be able to tell you his answer. Walking through that neighborhood, I think I might've known why. Modern cities are full of culture and people and noise, but the historic districts- the original apartments and bricks and stones- they have souls and thousands of memories. Those buildings have witnessed         history in the making.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
Old Cities, New Souls
I was in the old sector of a city one day and I thought of this boy whom I might've             liked                 to love                       in another life. I remember he told me one day he'd want to live in the old part of a big city. I asked him why, and in all honesty,             I wouldn't be able to tell you his answer. Walking through that neighborhood, I think I might've known why. Modern cities are full of culture and people and noise, but the historic districts- the original apartments and bricks and stones- they have souls and thousands of memories. Those buildings have witnessed         history in the making.
~ The explination behind "Old City, Old Soul" ~ © KMH 2018
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
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