returned
Well, here I find myself in Victoria again, back like I've never left. There are subtle differences. On the outisde less familiar faces, on the inside . . . I'm not sure what. More stability I guess. Or something.
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Well, here I find myself in Victoria again, back like I've never left. There are subtle differences. On the outisde less familiar faces, on the inside . . . I'm not sure what. More stability I guess. Or something.