It’s a place I go to. Sometimes. Where it feels oddly familiar, even though I don’t come from this place. As if every cell in my body remembers…the past.
Boston, Massachusetts
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It’s a place I go to. Sometimes. Where it feels oddly familiar, even though I don’t come from this place. As if every cell in my body remembers…the past.
Boston, Massachusetts
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I have been around a wee bit in the US. Never to Boston
It’s a very interesting city with a ton of history. The graveyards are really what I am drawn to. They are absolutely fascinating
Ah, we have some old British graveyards in parts of India. Plus, Muslim ones. Hindus go up in smoke!
Very nice reflecting picture of you and Boston stuffs! I totally feel the same way…My ex bf showed me around Boston, and I said, I feel like I’m at home even though I never lived there.
I feel the same way about New York City. I’m “home”. However, Boston has a very strange tug that’s not necessarily happy and good, but very, very familiar. Especially around Boston Common.
And, thank you for the compliment! I appreciate it.