There are some places you go to in your memories, when times were better, and sunlight just a little brighter. Then we visit these places again and see it as it truly is, gum black and hardened on rough pavement, graffitti hastily scrawled on bus shelters, strange people walking the streets.
You remember they were all there before, hiding in forgotten passages in your mind. You remember the feelings they invoked before. Fear. Wonder. Excitement. The specifics of the minutes were lost, and found again. They may not be the exact same flavors, but it is like your favorite food. It is never the exact same twice, but it is still savored nonetheless.
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