Familiar shapes and sounds, but this place keeps changing.
Shop fronts switching like there’s someone pulling the lever on a one armed bandit until things align and the businesses within stabilise.
So many people, overwhelmingly busy, no longer used to the crowds, smell and noises, navigating through bodies and bikes.
The southern cold shoulder is not as welcoming as a warm northern hug, this isn’t home any more and I’m ok with that.
Home is where the heart is.
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