Night, stars & NYC – Whimsical Compass
The first time I came across this poem was back in primary school, which is definitely a lifetime ago. At the time I obviously didn’t realise the gravity of this stanza; now, I live it. But in some places, time seems to stand still; and in others, it takes us back.
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