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#sofia
it was the second time this month catching the last metro from Charlevoix lugging my bike and a poor night's misfortune with sore feet and thinking about the lack of history that lay beneath Montréal how I longed for Sofia: an underground museum at every metro station, the time there waiting amidst the relics like a tree growing into its roots but here on the platform of Lionel-Groulx with its gaudy orange 60s bathroom tiles I must occupy myself, and so I reminisce about how some numbers make me feel how 6875 reminds me of what I’ve been putting off and 5359 used to be my go-to and 777 brings me cheer and 888 was supposed to be somehow luckier
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
the lack of history and my poor luck
Back to the beginning; A time when we didn't know anything and Cared for each other no matter what. Not Knowing who They are, but not caring about that. Only knowing we're all in this Beautiful world, living Each day As it is. Can we go back to that? Understanding that the past has past, but Time is forever and we should learn from it. In this world, we got this one life and we should never take it For granted! Understand we're all living this Life together! Let's make it a peaceful one!
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
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