Always something to remind me

Ever had that sense, in your hometown or abroad, that you are drifting through a strangely familiar landscape, picking up that implacable, indefinable feel that you left somewhere else?

Or perhaps it’s less of a déjà vu and more a recognition of the uniformity of the earth and human behaviour, once you take away the embellishments.

“And everywhere I go,

there’s always something to remind me
Of another place in time
Where love that travelled far had found me”


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