There's a place where we go deep within our minds while in transit. The buildings pass by like a filmstrip, timed by the beat of the indicator, allowing our minds to wander. There is a moment between the car coming to a standstill and taking your first step onto the street where time pauses, allowing you a brief moment of calm before entering the world again.
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We all have our own journeys, and with that, our own stories, the ones we wrote ourselves, the ones others have written about us, and the remnants of those passed down to us by others. These stories and moments shape us, and they leave traces of themselves behind as they silently whisper their secrets into the world.
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