Faces That Remember My Own
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The Faces That Remember My Own
I have lived in many a different place. I was born and raised in a small town, this town, Crawfordsville. I have lived in three major metropolitan cities around the country. Yet, when it came down to it I always ended up back here in the town I was raised. Where I feel home, where I can see a face that will send me into a memory of a time we once had. That one place where my soul is calmed and your mind can soar. Where all my memories stored so far back in my mind are conjured by simply passing a building or where a building used to be. This is the place where my life is land marked by people and places.
I moved back this time to a different town. Same faces, same people, same town at first glance...