goodbyes are tough. and it's hard to hug a city.
a few more hours in this place that has become for me.. what has it become? it is not home, i don't want to keep on living here, but it has been.. what has it been? this place has been the backbone of my pilgrimage. and leaving it feels significant in such a way that might make me cry and will definately make me smile. leaving it leaves me happy-sad, empty-full.
many a wrong and its curing song
many a road and many an inn
room to roam
but only one home
for all the world to win
(g.macdonald)
Thanks for inviting us into your pilgrimage.
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