When I come to love a city, I fill my heart with fragments of my life there, lending each and every nook an ambience. The streets fill up with whispers of our history and a light that is all our own: burning embers, a slow licking flame or a roaring fire of feelings. Entwined with the lights of lives past and those that burn in our presence, a city is a master storyteller. If you take the time to wander its streets, it'll tell you a tale or two.
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