A Place To Rest The Mind
Outside is cold but in the heart of the city.
Deep down in an ancient cellar
Being alive is sometimes a very good thing
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Love this and I agree
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The city gives freedom and a place to hide 🙂
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Own’ership
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Yes in a paradoxal way, I never felt that I owned the city or that this is my city. I just happen to live here
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I mean ‘own citizenship’ 😉
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