I walk along the familiar streets.
The warm breath of memories fills me.
It flickers and appears like a ball of lightning,
the feeling of swimming in its own waters.
Sometimes buildings are more human to me than people.
They have no strange quirks,
they do not radiate rage or sorrow,
they do not cause me pain.
They rise confidently,
with a gaze towards the sun,
a mark of time…
And so many stories they tell…
A whole library of destinies…
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Dessy Tsvetkova
Picture Nick Victor
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