It began as nothing more than intensified feelings of nostalgia. I would be on a bus, looking out the window reminiscing time spent in London. I would immerse myself in the memory, in the phenomenological experiences of unnamable moments. I would be drawn in, seduced... then abruptly... Nothing! The bus continued...
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8 years ago by kieron (25)
I upvoted you.
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