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i miss this. i miss everything about this. i miss the wind in my hair, creating snarls of nests. i miss the aches in my feet, but the good kind of hurts. i miss the crowds of buildings all so high, the way my eyes hurt because it was all too new, too fast. i miss the people, all so different but yet the same. i miss it all.
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And a million times more after that.