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Oh to run around the old streets of my hometown, seeing similar but unfamiliar faces, the ones my family told me about. Sitting on the areas which are now replaced, the old nostalgia kicking in. To roam around here and there and finding pieces of my present. To sleep in a field which is now my room. The old pots, kitchen, garden, houses, streets of the origin of my family. To experience it all over once again. To find out the screets that were held hidden and taken to the graves.

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The night sky does give some peace to the wanderers of the daylight.