As I look out the car window, I don't just see patches of rolling hills or the buzz of the busy city life. I watch memories pass, every second, as the car wheels by.

Every location here in this city, in the countryside, brings a different memory. Some, I didn't know even existed.But it replays like an old film reel, my head is the theatre and I'm its audience.

 

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