This City

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Photo by Stephen Leonardi on Unsplash

I love this city.

I think that maybe we have rest stops throughout our journey. Not every stop is meant to be someplace we can stay, sometimes you are just meant to pause, catch your breath, and then keep moving on.

And some places feel like they could be home. We make our bed and try to set down roots. We get high on Hope and hang in there for the Dream-Come-Alive. The ones we…