Sit clarior, sit dignior
Every time I return here I see them. A new building where there was once another, a shop or business closed and replaced by something new. Sometimes you see them straight away, whilst others slowly dawn on you. 'Didn't that used to be...?' you ask yourself. Changes small and not so small that show that time moves on.
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It was once my home, but each time I r eturn the place feels less and less familiar. The city itself is pretty much the same of course, and full of contradictions as it always was. Big but small, cosmopolitan yet provincial, beautiful yet ugly. Home but not home.
Sit primus nobis hic decor
But friends have moved on and I'm now just another visitor, here for a few days before I head on to the next destination. But as the memories of here will always will be with me, so will the city itself. As it was and as it is.
Sumus Bristolienses.
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The again, everything keeps on changing, memories just live inside us, complete with emotions and a neat selection and interpretation of events.. sometimes I wonder.. is it me thats changed, and the way my eyes are looking at something, or is it the subject I'm looking at that actually has changed the most?
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Love your thoughts by the way.. Very interesting blog. Hopefully we can chat sometime, and if you want to check out any of my two blogs...
Hope you don't mind me reading through somethings you write, they really are interesting.. :)
You're such a gentleman :) What flowers did you buy?
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