a piece

stories of a city…

… that is disappearing before our eyes.
Its people swept over…

So, what will be left of those stories?

Are we going to have to construct an
imaginary city to house our memories?

Because when you love something,
every time a bit of it goes…
… you lose a piece of yourself.

a piece of yourself..

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