The space between

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Warsaw, Poland
Ochota District
Summer 2018
Sometimes, little flashes of memory happen to me while I am on the tram. Deja-vu perhaps. Scenes from a youthful time riding the bus to or from school and as I look out the window at my current reality, the charms of youth come back and haunt me in the reflection. I would not repeat that time, but I enjoy the visit.

Love Letters to Poland

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