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Tonight I love the street lamps, That light my way back home. The streets are quiet no one about, not even a soul. I squint my eyes, look at the lights, reminisce being a child.
'We traveled by train to reach the hub, watched Downtown flicker by outside the windows. Snow cascaded from the sky, and beams of morning sunlight pierced the clouds hanging between the skyscrapers.
So my room in my house is the loft, otherwise know as the attic. It is here where I have a skylight that's approximately five and a half feet wide.
Isn't it crazy how when you're listening to a song you can have flashbacks of a specific moment in your life when you were listening to the song.