@antony-ganza
Traveling to the old town was like stepping into a memory that wasn’t mine. The cobblestone streets and faded facades whispered stories of a time long gone. It’s strange how places can hold onto the past so tightly, yet we can’t hold onto them. The more I wander, the more I realize how much I’ve lost in the pursuit of something new. Sometimes, the journey is just a way to run from what’s already behind us.
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